All dead-end signs have cliffs behind them.
There is no way out of the labyrinth without some SAW-like reaction.
Options are always available. I do not understand what to do now that there are none.
So Limbo will continue to infiltrate my mind. I will walk the earth without thought.
I will have a very convincing outward appearance. Damn near Oscar-winning.
Unfortunately, the inside is attempting to decipher and decompose into something else.
Something better…I think…or at least something necessary.
Watch…needles will bounce off my skin. I will be able to sleep with open eyes.
All the while balancing on a tricycle and juggling 3 beach balls on my nose.
The hope is that my internal organs will not mingle with my skin. Death will happen if that happens.