Imagine if someone stole your heart, soul; the very thing
that makes you, you. Well take that feeling, multiply it by one hundred, and
you just might be able to find that remote place where the few of us dwell.
Alone, yet too crowded to breathe. It’s like a prison, where you’re free to
leave anytime you wish, only there is no way out. It’s easy to get in; it only
takes being hurt a couple times, but if you want to get out it takes so much
more. Only the very strong survive the pain, struggle, loss, trembling, tears,
rage, loneliness, and the feeling of being trapped inside yourself. Paranoia
and fear envelop you like the ominous sky. Your fear knows your every move.
Everything you do is pre-calculated by something overwhelmingly perfect. The
tears swell in your eyes until they, too, collapse from the pressure. No one
knows where you are unless they, too, are on our island of insanity.
