10/21/19
"This obstruction around me has been my consistent relapsing state,
Assumingly living yet feet stuck in place.
The screen playing out actions yet script unprecedented,
Words forming out my mouth but thoughts still processing.
Circling around, doing cartwheels in my head to look at every mirror to recognize this face I perceive.
Everything distorted into a static, the tingling sensation of sand, every shell shriveling up and bending and cracking and peeling but not collapsing,
Leaving the subject confused and lost and unable to describe.
Trying to place all the missing pieces back together but not being able to comprehend the board they once were on top of one another.
Never really get to express situations because they always feel so detached from their heart's true instinctions,
Yet when someone tells them they love them they feel so goddamn helpless,
So they adopt the air in the environment if not just for a second just to pretend to understand how it feels to be connected.
Constantly jabbing at their own brain,
Making them feel guilty and ashamed for feeling as if their feeling is faking an entire relationship down a drain.
This makes them scared to open up,
For if they do, do they really do?
If their memories are only surfaced,
Is it ever possible to be telling the truth?
Being on the back burner of your own exertion,
Having these masks hover and merge like an optical illusion.
Say what is expected, be as expected--
Study their posture, make sure you're not suspected of having trapped and tied down your "imposter".
Eventually the alter-ego that has been managing the skeleton lets the owner take a look out their reflection,
And all of the flowers and vibrant colors gets them excited,
For feeling perhaps this is what life is?
This amazing moment lasts just a light second,
But makes up sometimes for the lack of expression.
Because once they get back into the episode of counting sheep,
The true self is back to hibernation."
- Novice_Key
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