Perish with the narrator of this story, as they try to navigate the tumultuous ruins of their mind. Visions, trances, hypnosis, and all of the like seem to be what is affecting them simultaneously. They dissect themselves to the bone. Ridding themselves of all of the social structures, trying to use the media of language to define what is going on inside them. Sexuality and sensuality. Thoughtful yet simple. Flushed with emotions, and filled with much duality. Dive into their mind. Leave nothing, but please take something.
*Author's Note*
Due to life changing in a multitude of ways, I am no longer in the mental headspace I was when I started writing this piece- and I've built up a lot so that I don't have to endure those mental pitfalls and experiences again. Therefore, this piece will be incomplete; but, in essence that is what this story is about. With actual excerpts from my diary and actual events from my life- in a sense it would've never been finished. I will post the drafted chapters that I had written years ago when I initially started this, so as to give it a sense of cohesiveness and resolution. One of my more ambitious, experimental, and overall lengthy pieces- I hope you enjoy(ed). Thank you.