feet on the ground he dives headfirst into himself
he doesnt have too far to go, theres not much left
echoes of life bounce around him, spinning past his face in his mind, colors hes never seen before, mixtures of black and white, somehow vibrant
lost in his own head he wanders for days through a desert, barren, devoid of all but the most base emotions and complex thoughts, as torrents of rain pour down all around
as night falls the confusion reaches a fever pitch, driving him insane as is mind runs away from him
he tears off after it, feet pounding away, trying so hard to escape the nothingness that seeks to pull him into itself
he grabs at random thoughts as they flash by, trying to find something to ground himself once more
finally his hands close upon a thought, he desperately clings to it, even as its rips him to pieces from the inside out
he finally comes out of the trance, heart racing, and looks at his hands, bleeding, his fingernails dug in, four crescent shaped cuts in each hand