People don't believe me when I tell them it feels like I'm going crazy. But, when I bring up the things I see and hear and think... I know it doesn't make sense. It doesn't make sense when I hear it... But before it leaves my mouth it is this giant vortex that reverberates over and over in my head.
It often feels like everyone around me is tripping on acid. And it scares me to think like that because I realize no one is actually in an altered state of mind. It's just me. It's just my imagination. So then, does that mean that I am the one on acid? But I'm not. And if I'm not on any substance... Then why do I think this way? Why do I see and hear these things?
I'm blinded. I can't see straight. Everyone else is lost in their failed attempt at reality. And me? Where am I? I'm not here with them. And no one can see it. No one can save me. No one can save me from myself.
I am trapped. My mind has eviscerated my body... Leaving me only the escence of thought. I breathe in and exhale my recylced muse. And there is no escape. This is what I know and what I am. I am evanescent. I am a subliminal message.
I am not here. Not with you or anyone else. I seek connectedness, but I am completely and totally alone. For I am the subliminal message that you only think you see. You don't. You can't even hear me. For I am the backwards rhyme in your favorite song and the small print revitalized in the fibers of your television. Can you hear me now? No. You can't. It is impossible. And you can't save me.
Only death can free me from this prison. Only death.
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