Titan by Destroyer Smiling

Feral titan. Thrash and wail under fists like steel knots until a shard of light rips through your skull and carries you to such heights and then sends you--a blur--careening down toward the glassy purgatory of all of all of all.

Thinking thinking thinking no end and no beginning just pure rage and dread compressed into a whirling carousel of knives scraping every groove in every imperfection of the brain and at the end blindness total white light that holds no meaning and no hands to pull you through it.

This has been a rough period for my thoughts. This is how I process them.

Hiding place.