look

There's a look in my eyes, a burning feeling inside my stomach speaking to me in riddles, for this is where all the answers rest their tired heads and occupy my bed. A look lingers inside my eyes, telling me that I can not sleep with my back against the wall, that I need to stand tall to fight my way out of their world, and inside the big castle hides my every word.

A journey inside of a trip. I look at all the paths I took, and now, this journey I see in front of me is just another experiment looking to set my soul free