In Without Out

Immortally fascinated with the inner workings of the soul. Blood runs deep and true, but it also runs out as soon as it gets the chance To escape the tainted body it is trapped within. I would too, but this is home for me. Cut and you shall be released, but the ozone suffocates, traps the inner workings of my mind behind their dome. Their block and point of exit is obstructed. The mind is a semi permeable membrane. Some things that wish to run, cannot. Although we urge.