Something must be wrong with the wirings of my brain.
Something is WRONG with the wirings of my brain.
It is not a phase anymore, it doesnt just pass. It lingers. It becomes a constant state. It becomes the focus, not a background. Like its a world of my own, cut off because it is just so rotten. Lately, things are just a blur of faces and time. Just a jumble of conversations and circumstances that translate into something that isnt there.
I do not know where the line began or if it has been there since the very
beginning. That maybe I was just feigning innocence.
Playing the classic plausible deniability, with the high hopes of it wilting away.
There is no explanation, no source its just there sitting and waiting patiently. Hidden inside a closet, just observing how to hit where it counts. I can feel the spectrum dying, I used to be so confident, so steadfast that if that time comes I wouldnt notice it. That it is not possible or that all will just blend into a perfect rythmn. It's not happening, the pitch is off and i'm about to cover my ears to block off the voices.
There is no tolerance, no treshold just a broken door inviting malevolence.
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