I am terribly afraid. I am terrified of my fear I am quivering in my seat I am squirming the dance of a dead man dying
This is real there is no escape I am writing from the perspective of an insane person for I am crazy.
An insanity is just an inability to function to interact To pump the blood of the great social heart which is serviced in a warm bath of carbon monoxide colored pale, faint red in the daily pulsing sky.
I just want to be warm I am terrified of the cold I just want to be warm it is terribly cold out here (it really isn’t so bad so far.)
I am liable to kill myself from shivering in a repeated spazmodic pattern across my body.
Suddenly, I stop as I transplant my mind into tomorrow morning, reflecting on this bizarre, panicked musing
The sound subsides and so do rides as the ground appears below my feet I alight with the pleasant sensation of words flowing quietly out my veins.
Misty clouds of light grey fog lifting brightly in the early dawn as the entire brain becomes a rapidly pulsing fuse sweating in the icy chill of panic the unknown sitting at my mirror.
“Who am I?” I write in perpetual wonder I suddenly think, insanely so that I have truly become me for all to see.
I must be a ridiculous, arrogant narcissistic and silly boy who suddenly has to deal. This must be why it is so nice to feel the warm hand of god, covering your wandering eyes.
“Turn and face the strange”