Mental Blockage

I don't know what this drawing means. It's just something I was thinking.

I was hoping that as I was drawing it, meaning would assign itself.

I don't know if I'm the castle with the moat or I'm the person trying to get to the castle.

I sit and watch for the green light, for your sweet side.

I'll wait forever. I'll battle whatever. You are the sunlight.

You are my dream.

I think its time we set some boundaries. Please don't take advantage of me.

Do you feel this? Because I feel you.

I see you and I know its true.

I'm trying to hurry but I don't know how

to make sense of everything's blurry.

Does everything mean something?

Why is my brain turned off? Why can't I think?

Deep cut down my chest.

Can I feel anything now? It's not funny. It's not right.

You're so cute. Am I real?

I feel like I know I'm the real deal but did I get caught?

Because that's what they keep saying. How long am going to go through this?

Is this my castle? And something's guarding it from me?

I know what it is. This whale is my mental blockage.