Blog Flash 2012
I keep losing myself under the demanding broiling emotions of others; their pain and grief, ecstasy and love. Usually I am able to retreat back into my own, following the tunnel to familiar thoughts, shaking free the residue of worry and empathy. But what of the day I don't realise how far their tides of life have drawn me in, how will I know to return to normalcy.
Will I remember myself.
Each time is like a splinter embedding itself within, a constant itch I can never find. And they grow.
Which of those frenzied thoughts are my own?
The other selves are blooming from the darkness. They look alike, like me, but different. And I am afraid.
I don’t want to lose myself in their chaos.
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though it could have gone so much furthur...
down the rabbit hole,