Lunatic Asylums | Xtraboy's Photoblog

Desolate. Disheartened.
I wrap up myself with jazzy things but nothing is worth.
Bitch-Red sadomasochistic shoes to high myself to your levels.
I don’t draw the attention. You don’t cover me with any attention.
In the vicious circle of yourself.
I send messages into the void. They come back with no answer.
Nor a slight sign of understanding.
State of emotional dissociation.
Emotional (anal) dissociation.
I want you but you’re not there.
I hide myself in the hollow. A dump or a nuthouse would be satisfying.
I’d raise the standards, 5 Stars Model alike.
Would I bring up again anything else?
I watch myself, reflected mirror into nothing.
I look for, but i can’t find myself, like I’m playing hide and seek with this hairy burden I’m dragging along.
I’m ball and chain of myself.
Trapped, I scream asking for help.
But no voice is coming out of my mouth, or you just don’t rise up the volume to listen to me.