Why is it that I am so alive... so vibrant while the rest of the world lies motionless in slumber. These words have no point, yet to a point they rush.
These thoughts torment me.
Deny not your slightest whim.
How can one truly go on wondering,
When one's unfeigned character is clear as day,
When one's true nature no longer hibernates.
I travel these dank corridors...
not as a way to ecape, but as a mode of ingress.