decluttering

connected by a net of misconception venomous spider’s webs spun a murky vapour synapses raged and festered in a Self frozen on autopilot with anger and regret an endless loop of thoughts and feelings simply refused to thaw and forgive permafrost allowed no seasons subglacial lakes slushed an underworld of resentment in nervous fear and self-pity irrevocably he had always been a hoarder collector of trivia banality and serious gloom icicled intransigence frostbitten mind so much that hellfire appeared to be a welcome proposition he had ingested incorporated inhaled so very much nonsensical rubbish there hardly was a tiny space for respite and inspired respiration he nearly suffocated on himself out he breathed out from his lungs his spirit soul and desperation and there was just a small fog of warmth that graced his near expiring Self a meltdown of considerable strength mist of recovery and heat of the moment that he promised himself to live reside in the here and now one day at a time