Eyes Open
The people around me are increasing in numbers... ...and I can't even see most of them. It feels like an army, a legion, sometimes. Listening, watching, but only rarely speaking. Though when they do, I feel like my eyes are opening more and more. I'm understanding more. I'm asking countless questions, never satisfied with small measures in the matters of the mind. Even as I drive or walk alone to frequented destinations, my path feels so unknown to me. The vast expanse of my mind molds the scenery into a tunnel of whispers, blurred with shadows of people who are not tangibly there. This, surely, must be the markings of a madman. But if so, then I feel myself slipping into a symbiotic relationship with the conjurations of my sickness. I'm reaching a point where my fear of being insane is overwhelmed by my heart's assertion that I'm not... that the majority is blind to a more truthful reality that I uniquely experience as a brilliant madness... ...but the ...