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delirious
Delirious i am Delirous so delirious I'm drowning it's a deluge and where do i go where does she go down the drain of sweat and tears and lust and fallen friends and lovers and broken promises and burnt hair and bruises --things not seen
sympathy
I am sympathetic, usually. Sometimes overly cloying sympathetic. Sarah said I should stop bothering her so much and let her deal with her own problems but I just can't help myself. I can't just help myself. My nosiness contributes... but I can't bear to stand by while people are hurting.
static
Static. Static lightning crackles through my brain like a whip, white static noise shakes through my consciousness like a green tidal wave and I can't take it it washes over me it is beautiful. My mind is static emotions all jumbled and when I look at others I see static but some time the static forms a face and I see their eyes.
viewpoint
My viewpoint is an odd one. I live on the brink of a cliff and I can't see anyone else; there's a fog, there's a break in connection. They all have fog lamps, or x ray glasses or something but I don't. It sucks. Sometimes I squint through the fog and I can see them, but other times my eyes get tired and the fog is thick and they can't see me very well and I just wrap my arms around my knees and sit in a corner, apart.