odd lives. our silent suicides & skin etched hearts: readable secrets engraved, uneraseable. sleeved sketches of stories we tell to defy- to explain- sleeved sketches of pain.
odd lives the intentional blind describe as outside- beyond- between the cracks in reason. slips into the stream. as we struggle to find- our own ways to balance our minds,
in the unsteady times.
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A thing happened once.
I was very hungover. Not
sick and not headachey. Just... afraid. I got into the shower and felt
(not saw) that the shower head had become a snake, or something
similar. I sat down, trying to breathe. I knew that it would twist down towards me and harm me. Later, at work, I knew everyone could hear my thoughts.
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