Monthly Archives: April 2013

Are My Hands Real?

Swirling through myself everyday. What does that mean? A constant shift, evanescent yet solid as iron, going through me, me going through me. “feeling detached from one’s own thoughts or emotions; a sense of automation, going through the motions of … Continue reading

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Mirrors, Shadows, Sunday Morning.

I awake, feeling confused and alone. Why confused? My dreams were vivid, long, and troubling, though not nightmarish. I bought a fish, a beta. A lovely blue fellow, who is lively and responds to me quite well. I drempt he … Continue reading

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Falling.

A few more colours dabbed on, from unnamed bottles. Doubling the dosage makes it an anti-psychotic. I’m on anti-psychotics. I feel that there is someone else in me. I have felt this for sometime, but never quite been able to … Continue reading

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LG, My Dear.

First off, huge thank you’s to everyone who’s been following my blog, whether regularly or sporadically. Much appreciated. For those of you fellow bloggers, I haven’t been able to check up on yours yet, due to, well, all the shit … Continue reading

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Grey Saturday.

Bipolar, rapid cycling. That makes much more sense than depression. It’s not the most accurate, still, but it’s closer. Maybe bipolar, with very mild hypomania. Mostly depression, with little blips of something a bit wilder. Wild, I’ve been using that … Continue reading

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Slack Thursday

Nina Simone. I want to sing. Beautifully.¬† I am very lost. Waldeinsamkeit. The feeling of being lost in the woods, alone. This is similar to that, I imagine. It’s like, I just don’t work anymore. I’m malfunctioning software. Maybe I’m … Continue reading

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Senseless

I am being eaten alive by various forms of angst. It is almost fungal. I am grateful for my lack of toe-nail fungus. For any and all kinds of fungus. I am grateful for many¬† things, yet here I am, … Continue reading

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