Hopelessness

The sharp edges of these unthinkable patterns tear the subtle matter of the soul, the smooth ones gently pass through it to leave a sick feeling of vain hope for mercy. The more you resist and try to escape from this hypnotic thing, the more it catches and pulls along, leaving you no chance to ever get out of here. “You'll never run away for anything,” the voices of the monsters hiding in the patterns — our fears — whisper persistently. But it seems that it's time to just look beyond the picture. © ️ inst: bary_ch

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