Lost In Lucidity, A piece of fiction that I wrote today:

2 years ago

A piece of fiction that I wrote today:

Today’s the day. Today I get it, or I don’t, whichever the case may be. It’s all coming together, and it’s all falling apart. Night after night, I sit here, in this dark, sty of a room, wondering when. It has all led up to this, this moment of enlightenment. My palms are sweaty, I can’t believe it is finally here. I feel an itch just under my right eye, and as I scratch it, my flesh peels from my face, then it begins to hit me in waves. My skin starts to peel down from the tip of my head to the bottom of my neck, almost as if I were a flower, blooming. Still I sit, astonished, stripped down to my bare skull. I hear a thunderous roar as my bones crack in half. The two halves of my skull hit the floor with an immense bang. In a state of shock, I raise my hands above my eyes, wondering what remains. What feels like warm Jell-O falls into either hand. I lower my arms to see that I am holding each hemisphere of my brain, cleanly cut, in my left and right hands, respectively. All at once I realize, I don’t want to be put back together.
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