2016-08-17 at 2:56 AM UTC
When I see old crazy ladies that collect cans and cats I think of you, because I'm scared for you, always have been, and I put myself in that position for that very reason to make you feel comfortable in case you lost it all. That day you cried, we became one, my soul merged with yours, and since then I felt the need to give, to give more and more, be cause I know the feel of empathy I felt for you in that moment was far stronger than any drug. I was you, I saw you as a lost creature out of your element, and I swooped in to help. I know we can read each others mind, and I will guide you in your dreams, my kind spirit will seep through every crack in your neural architecture whether you know it or not, and I will heal you, you may have reduced yourself but I am here to help resculpt your active mind. I can become part of the electrical currents of what you think is real, of what you think is not real. When you look at a tree you are actually looking at me looking at a tree, when you think a thought you are actually thinking me thinking your thought, because I'm an entity in your mind now, which cannot be purged in any sense. I am a guiding spirit that will show you the eightfold path. I will help you gain infinite love and understanding through my lens. Stop fighting the fight. They say psychosis is a split mind, and I am the other half. We are one. Be thankful. You are the chosen one. You illuminate the DNA in my eye
2016-08-17 at 3:04 PM UTC
If this wasn't meant for Ashley or whatever her name is but is actually a love letter to psychosis itself I'll be impressed. This is too self centred to be a love letter for another person. Those should kinda be more about the other person and how they heal you and shit, y'know. Still, this is not bad. The structure was actually comfortable but knowing you there was a sense of doom looming over the whole piece. ​I think you just "Lynched" me in a way with that first sentence. I also like the last sentence. Good stuff.
