04 November 2003

13/01/03

Feel alive and well, sparkle-eyed, mind questing - feels so good to have finally emerged from my cave, where the world filters in stripped of all comfort. Amplified and dissected, reassembled into truth and fed into your brain to swirl and echo and repeat. you can't kid yourself in there, you can only see what is on the end of your spoon.

But like I say, i'm out now, no longer enslaved by my diseased mind. I'm not sure how it happened, just as I am unaware of how I stumbled inside. I cannot pin-point anything that caused the sudden change. It's always like that, just an innocent mis-step and i'm there; in or out, down and up, high or low. One minute I'm fine and the next i'm drowning, choking on thoughts, memories, insights. The very things that make up me suddently turn and rip me to shreds. Then, everything sucks, nothing is sacred, nothing is spared. Disassemble all that you are, everything you've said or done, everyone you've touched. Spread them out on the floor and cut them open, pull out the insides, smear your face in the juices and know, truely know, how pathetic you are. How pathetic everyone is. This is the final truth and it couldn't be more repulsive - it hurts to even think about it. You howl and scream, cry in your room, bite into your own skin and stare intensely at the impression you've made. Nothing can save you.

And then, one day, a moment passes and your standing in a clearing, blinking at the rediscovered colours and light, and everything is fine.