Quiet insanity.

Thoughts tiptoe through my head, tickling my mind like the legs of a spider crawling along my skin.

Unbridled chaos.

Words echo through the halls of my consciousness, building and breaking like waves on a shore.

Twisted reality.

Images distort, fracturing and merging like coalescing shadows.

Deafening cacophony.

Voices clamor, rising to an obstreperous din.



My mind is bedlam, unrestrained.

It’s a madhouse in here.



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