That’s how it all starts. It just has to run its course. The static in your mind. The cobwebs that bind all that was in your dreams, all that ever was, and all that is now. It’s a lonely feeling to look at yourself in the mirror and not recognize the reflection. It’s excruciating to scream silently out in pain, holding your brain tightly as if it may burst with one more intrusive thought. You need help and scream it, but nothing comes out. It’s like being trapped in another dimension, as if a ghost. No one knows or notices the hell brewing in every fiber of your being. Everyone just casually walks by, as you cry out in pain. The further you drift away, the harder it is for people to understand what you’re saying.

It’s just static, confusion…chaos. It’s painful, like knives, hammers and vices all trembling away at once…

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