Roots

I sit and I scratch away at what is eating my brain. The roots flow deep inside the mush that sits inside my head. Roots that cannot be simply taken out. They have dug deep into my inner workings to a point that will take excrutiating pain to remove. The long process of de-rooting my brain is going to take time and effort. This process will not be easy. In fact it's going to try to kill me. I will want to die but I have to make it through. The roots will be torn away and the flesh will heal. The repetition of "time will heal all" can be the only thing that echoes in my cranial walls. Those roots no longer have a hold on me and I am finally, finally free.