There is something that is seeping through the edge of my reality. Everything around me I see as I should, or at least what I believe is how it should be. I notice it more when the light gets dimmer. Even when my eyes are closed the presence of something else always follows, regardless of how dark it is.
If I pay just a little too much attention to any of my other senses or thoughts, something that is there becomes something else. It could just be a shadow in front of me, but for just a moment it becomes something else. There are no words I can find to describe it as if my brain forces me to forget what I just saw.
I should just focus on what I feel, although there is a problem with that too. An itch under my skin keeps growing, and I just scratch and scratch at it. Just barely, but I always manage to stop myself right before the blood appears. It is without a doubt just dumb luck, or maybe fear, either way, I am not sure for how much longer I'll be able to stop myself.
There is no face, there are no features, no fingers, no hands, no arms, no body. It probably isn't anything even close to being human, the closest thing that I can relate it to is just "something". Every day just gets harder and harder, my thoughts get more mixed up despite, or maybe because, of my attempts to untangle them.
I don't get it, is there anything even around me? Is it maybe me? Or... perhaps in me? Is that what the itch is? Could it be that what I see in front of my eyes that seems so weird is actually...
No! Stop! That makes no sense... What am I saying? I am fine, I'm just being stupid, everything is fine.
Everything inside me is fine.
This is normal.
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