Made a full circle again. Though We didn’t write him, We wrote someone else, someone none of you know, and never will. We promised her. She wasn’t ashamed, not at all. She actually did it for Us. So no one could ever blame Us, because they always told her she was influenced by a madman, someone ripe for the tree of lunacy. Maybe We were, yet she wasn’t far from the branches either, we were one and the same, always were. So alike. Much like you and We are alike, except for multiple fragments residing within Us, you never really had more than two. This ain’t judgement, still consider you an equal when it comes to the madness.
Most people wouldn’t get it, would they? It’s not that obvious, not really out in the open. Most of it’s internal, easy to hide if willing, and most of the time its effects slumber, in a deep state of rest, hibernation if you will. You know, it’s only when the insanity surfaces, that’s when life becomes turbulent, and even after settling its after effects languish in the smallest corners unleashing its maddening energy now and then. It’s usually that which didn’t escape with the prior and primary outburst of madness. But We guess you know all this already.
Endless Mistakes
It’s been a mess, this phase, this perpetual attempt at shifting Our focus, Our aim. Damn hard without a goal, it’s harsh to gaze upon the truth that reveals the self. It’s as if staring into a mirror and judging all the flaws one can come across. Only here, the amount is endless. There’s a vast abyss of past mishaps, failures, stupidities, and much more to go over. Do you revisit the reasons that brought you here, the path you’ve waddled across, only to find yourself in an exact same position. Not much has changed, you haven’t gotten any further than you did before, honestly, when you’re completely honest with yourself. It’s weird isn’t it, strange in such a way you’d wish to ignore all the reflections that give away similarities.
Well, at least you’re not as paranoid as this mess. We’ve contemplated madness to such a level it’s actually weird beyond anything this world can provide. Yeah, We finally got this insanity to hold more clarity than the world We exist in ever could. We feel like that’s an achievement.
Get That Time
Fuck honey, it’s been a while since we had a blast. You probably sat through some great times, awesome moments with others, and We always say, (cringe alert,) you do you. But We, We’re going to do Us. We’re not planning to avoid you, abandon you, ignore you. We’re just gonna take some time, a lengthy period, to ourself. That’s that. It’s just what it is. Go deep into the hole, only there’s no rabbit to guide Us. It’s just Our instinct and damned luck. Nothing else to aid Us through this part of life. The ultimate search. Not for self, that’s some stupid shit. Nor for knowledge either, which obviously is a waste of time. Never for Our soul’s quest, because honestly, We’d never figure it out anyway. We just wouldn’t. It’s the search for urge, desire, how much do you want this, or better said. How bad do We want this. We don’t even know what We’re yearning for, and like We said, that’s never going to unveil itself. Our destiny is this. To be forever uncertain, as it’s the only way to maintain a consistent flow accumulating madness required to produce slathers such as this. That’s why We won’t ask for a reply. That’s why We’ll avoid any possibility that might instigate feedback from you. Everyone else could say what they want, this is not to them, maybe for them, never to them. They couldn’t answer this even if they wanted to and attempted such a thing.
Fading Years
Now that, Our long lost friend, is a paragraph, isn’t it? Haven’t written one such as this in a long time. And it’s one of those We prefer, no main focus, just a ramble of useless information that reveals the tedious process this brain of Ours has to endure. Don’t think many minds could handle this sequence unfolding daily. It’s something We’ve promised ourself to sit through. That’s how this division and the multiplication started in the first place. Nobody was around, and at that time nobody cared. We could’ve done it. Easily. We were going to, until that first voice broke free and created Us. The best talk, the best discussion We’ve ever had. We sat on the edge ready to fade. Ready to leave. And somehow he gave Us as the reason. We should have been put in a mental hospital or something similar. Only late fourteen at that time, so yeah. You didn’t know about this, we were already worlds apart. Wasn’t even meeting up with those guys any longer, took an upgrade long before that day by the canal.
Don’t know if We ever mentioned this since we got to know each other again. Was funny, that shit. Maybe We said too much now, but who’s gonna know, everything was so vague anyway. Maybe it’s time for another break, another couple of years and then meet up again, see what each of us managed to make of themself. Yeah, sounds like a good idea, though we don’t meet all that often, could just keep doing this. This works too.
Forever… Then
Damn, this feels short, Don’t feel like We’ve said enough. Do you sometimes feel that way when We’ve met up. When after We’re gone you think about certain thoughts you failed to express during the time when we were together. Love, We’ve always loved you, just not in a way you could love back. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s the reason why we could never get it on like that. Otherwise we’d get it on like Bonnie and Clyde, but without the crime. our crime would be that of our weird sense in life and the way our humor clicks together. A strange soul jigsawed with a madman.
We remember, We see dead people. We always have. Became so numb to it though. Not so much back in those days. Then it was constant… tweaking.