Day 25

Never shall I sink again, into the deeper parts of my mind. Simple instances, an itch on my spine.Let go of all thoughts, let go of all doubts. I scream in my head for freedom, but if I demand it I cannot attain it. Lost in the deepest of dreams, when should I leave?

Quitting a habit of toxin, embedded on cloth, let it go. Yet I still swallow what I had once thought of as a friend. Close to my very molecule yet another had left. Another what? Another daffodil, blown in the wind. Spreading it's love through every gust of wind. Landing in a sacred spot, the one that had once been considered a home.

NO! NO! NO! I refuse the bite you take from the dying apple!

Closed, no longer open. I await the key.