He has an invisible mate who accompanies him
For better or worse
The mate speaks sense to him
Whispering, shouting, sharing
Split -
You never stop saying those things
Over and over again
Those things do not make sense
Clanging, banging, ticking
Compulsion -
I look out
Scenes captured
Distorted pictures formed
Wild imagination, obsessive thoughts
Rationality
Fight in battles
Blood boils, heart beats
I try to look sane
My shadow - a lunatic
S c a t t e r e d
Let me use this little space to share with you what I feel, what I see and what I believe.
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