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Delirious i am Delirous
so delirious I'm drowning it's a deluge
and where do i go
where does she go
down
the
drain of sweat and tears and lust and fallen friends
and lovers and broken promises
and burnt hair and bruises
--things not seen
I am sympathetic, usually. Sometimes overly cloying sympathetic. Sarah said I should stop bothering her so much and let her deal with her own problems but I just can't help myself. I can't just help myself. My nosiness contributes... but I can't bear to stand by while people are hurting.
Static. Static lightning crackles through my brain like a whip, white static noise shakes through my consciousness like a green tidal wave and I can't take it it washes over me it is beautiful.
My mind is static emotions all jumbled and when I look at others I see static but some time the static forms a face and I see their eyes.
My viewpoint is an odd one. I live on the brink of a cliff and I can't see anyone else; there's a fog, there's a break in connection. They all have fog lamps, or x ray glasses or something but I don't. It sucks. Sometimes I squint through the fog and I can see them, but other times my eyes get tired and the fog is thick and they can't see me very well and I just wrap my arms around my knees and sit in a corner, apart.
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