There are things I need to say and it’s as if the world is pulling me apart, tearing the seams of my mind and soul. I can hear the ripping of my thoughts, turning what once were worlds into fragments, nonsensical comments, and shattered memories. I struggle, I strain, my knuckles turn white as I fight to keep it together, keep it all together. But I can’t and I can see the light seeping out through the gashes. I can feel myself, whatever it is that I am slipping away. I can feel my sanity rotting as it is exposed to the poison of the ether. I can’t keep holding on. I can’t keep it together.
It is all torn apart, torn to shreds, torn and mangled.