Held hostage

Iv'e been running for days and I dont know where i'm at or where i'm going. i'm trapped in some strange world filled with: ideas, thoughts, successes, and faults, intros, outros, past, present and the future. Where's the detour she's nowhere to be found. i'm held hostage and I can't find an opening to the outside world. When I sit and think my mind is filled with air, i'm going insane caught in the middle of nowhere pulling out pieces of hair. I start to hum a soft tune to myself and don't sense a heartbeat around to listen nor console me. i'm filled with passionate words to write on a pad but no pen. i'm held hostage and i'm fening for help. My body, which is preferred as a sculpture, is weak and my hand begins to shake. The person deep down inside of me called soul begins to break down. The cry i'm screaming is painful. i'm slowly dying my symptoms are: growing pains, the more time passed of me being stuck here my sculpture starts to degenerate.i'm seeing stars and the tempture is rising, i'm having dreams and I drown in all of them. Piano notes are ringing in my ear and my vision is stably unclear. The colors are dull. iv'e been abandoned in this mirage for centuries. i'm held hostage and I can't find an opening to the outside world. I hear a death walking sound coming after me. As I start back running the mobility of my legs collapse. When I fall there's no ground, i'm falling rapidly and below looks like what seems to be a never-ending dark hole. The sculpture I call body begins to tremble and I become focused. i'm held hostage and I can't find an opening to the outside world. I yell aloud stop and open my eyes to find myself in my room. Where was I? The detour was never to be found because I was the detour taking a walk in my own mind while holding myself caught as a hostage. i'm held hostage and I can't find an opening to the outside world.

Much respect Brittnay Hogan