writing
was used to be my therapeutic activity.
i could be loud
i could get everything out of my overcrowded mind
so my chest would became much lighter. i would be relieved. satisfied.
but it doesnt work anymore.
my mind develops tolerance on it. it seems like my soul needs another level of drugs. it needs to find a stronger one.
to release its burden, i need something intense, something more powerful than just write it all down.