Schizophrenic Soliloquies
Chapter 1
By Schizophrenic SoliloquiesPublished 7 years ago • 1 min read
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One.
Lone.
Caster of thoughts.
Assumption. Presumption. Over-thinking
Leads to inaction. And when my head speaks
I don't want to move. Passive.
Wander in to taste my bitterness,
I used to breathe in candlelight.
Sending out ash with my voice. Now
I cannot remember why I wasted
Precious words.
I hide, speak to no one of these
Figures. Place me in lucid.
Idly awaiting pastoral dreams.
Idyll for most things, I stay in the past.
In one's right mind, I am veiled mania.
I tell myself, I am one —
But soon forced, bound to say
I am one of many.
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About the Creator
Schizophrenic Soliloquies
A plethora of worlds in my mind.
Have I found myself; or have I only found things people like and agree with?
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Artwork by Amy Sol.
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