pressure
weight
hurts even worse
when you have no idea
where it's coming from
under ice
in a house on fire
in a crowd under seige
or in your own mind
one thought
one word
relief
from where
how
the answer
never seems
to reveal itself
when you want it to
most
and all the colors
and visions
faces
everything
seems to pour down
these imaginary walls
in this room of thought
and tension
and it feels like
it will never end
overcome
with confusion
frustration
lonliness
boredom
hopelessness
uselessness
lost
in whatever it is
that it is
that we cannot figure out
yet it burns
and itches
and steals
our lives away
for whatever amount
of actual time it takes
it's atmosphere
lingers
it is haunting
it is torture
it's mystique
the unknown origin
the blankness
is overwhelming
over and over again
the fear of it's frequency
puts us in a stasis
that we cannot explain
yet we all feel it
we all feel it
we don't want it
but we get it
it happens
and it sticks
the escape seems
so unlikely
and then
at once
something happens
the clouds seem to clear
sometimes sooner
sometimes later
we try to forget
but we all know
it'll be back someday
sometime
how could anyone ever know
how this feels
but we all do
we all do
...
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