Chapter III

Now a new phase, as discussed before. One completion beguiled and then slain by another…and this vicious battle gratifies off my energy. My thoughts alone without music, driving to school and ignoring traffic if it would be a nuisance. My trouble is I drift and stare while needing to be attentive.

When one day I workout and the world seems foreign to me, as I become a once familiar alien…cut off from the world as everyone else would seem from this heady distance, careless. Distracted by simplicity and tradition, materials and shallow. And eventually I would say while raging, that it’s even mundane.

How can I be more, confessed as “interesting”, yet be able to recline in my niche as human, living among others who need of my similar needs, and want of my similar wants?

Can I live in both worlds, as drastic as any universe would seem when it’s yours since you created it? One complexity against, where you were raised to know an otherwise distinct illusion…or so the honest man would lay claim to, giving himself into damnation as he presents an awesome concept; living parallel to the world he knows, formalizing imagination into actuality, turning his eyes to the activity in not only one scape, but two? Quickly named by whoever thought of the title first…“a psychotic who forgot to wear his mask“.

So while we dare we still have our fortified walls of conscious thought, while our trained subconscious inspires a well-known multiplicity.