The Pink Diary 10-23-12

The sudden rush of words is overwhelming;

 I didn't know where to start.

 It consumes me.

 It drowns me.

The over flow was intoxicating;

My vision starts to wane.

Things become obscured & mirror-like;

Leading me on. Deceiving.

Frustration starts to crawl in;

Holding me back.

Nausea’s gaining momentum;

I could no longer fight back.

I plead.

I beg.

I cried.

But no one answered.