Something's different. Something's changed. Things speak. Things don't add up. It's unnatural. Superficial. It's inconsistent. I don't know what it means. I don't know what to think of it. And I don't think I can be called normal anymore. Considering, I ever was.
My eyes close shut but I still see. My ears hear what others don't. My body moves fluidly on empty. Simple things bring curiosity and joy. Is this normal? Am I normal? Am I losing it?
Crazy people don't know they're crazy. People who know they're crazy are not crazy. I think I'm crazy so therefore I'm not crazy. Right?
Right
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
