Looking for conversation tonight; cerebral/emotionally connected people only and 30 . Send your asl in the first message or you'll be ignored.

My head is a labyrinth of dead ends and wormholes to the abyss. I'm broken beyond repair and this flesh suit is so uncomfortable to habitate. I'm searching for the near impossible; a thought weaver to delicately untangle the webs of protection I've meticulously placed like a starving black widow.

The confines of this cell are covered in poisonous spikes that burrow into raw sensitivity as it gets tighter around me. I can't get small enough anymore, there's no where to go; stuck in this chokehold of endless dread like a rat to be tested on. The cruelty of a Master I cannot even beg to as it does not understand me.

I speak to the void, mostly, but I'll be awake much longer than I wanted tonight. Company would be nice.