Distorted

Walking on a paved road without intersections or doors. Questions arise, caves are shaped through each who, when, what, how, why? Crawling inside the gaps searching for opportunities that can wobble me away from the disappointments in each department of life and mind. Deliberating the slowness of my swiftness searching for disinfection, or better off a different sickness. That way no one will know the cause of my blindness, nor what twisted my heart into stone. Vanishing, my ashes will be spread across the sea leaving no trace of my bitter soul.