Cloudy mind-fog
Hazy, dotted figures pulse and freeze like an over-burdened computer screen.
Still. Lost still. Frantic Filtered Fading Figures seem so well grounded. The shock will be so life-threatening and so life opening. Or am I blind? Or just in slo-mo. Perhaps slow. Not about to assume that I am on top of my game. Am I my own abuser? Perhaps I am malfunctioning. Mind-Fog and fractured mirrors in a not-so-fun house. I want out sometimes. No escape route. Never received the floor plans in the orientation. Pushed from behind by ghostly images of more flickering souls causes an overwhelming panic. Withdrawn, I see less than before. Flashes of light in the black of my mind. Impulses in my swimming mindfull of half-drawn ideas in my world of incomplete projects and hidden agendas. I ache for solid ground as my feet are swinging whilst I hang by my teeth. Peace. Why take this anymore? Needed is soft sweet peace and still surroundings. No more flashes. No more haze.
My Confirmation was indeed confusing.
Confirming my confusion is a confusing process.
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