( / the cautionary tale fell on his ears, deafened as righteous punishment, from the chortle of intangible devils, jostling the strings of compulsion and gluttony spawned from his insecure mind. the reflection in the cup is him, authentic, flesh a blue deeper than the oceanica, drained of energy to muster abhor for the exterior casing. not in disgust does his brow come together in tiny wrinkles, saline sprinkled guilt on the corneas, the battery acid dissolving the barriers of his attended sanity ) that person wasnât me, not even in appearance, he was a monster wearing skin like mine. ( / surreal are these spoken words. he hears the reverberations before recognizing the memory of his lips moving, vocal cords buzzing, the letters heavy above hands coddling that cup of tea â slowly, slowly becoming lukewarm ) well, essentially. ( / shaking his head, illumination is forced into his tone, a light quality borrowed from the fatigued amusement from the night before, easy to inject melodies â shoulders shrugging, twitch of his mouth â when reality peeled from him, merging with what should be a mere humid dream ) iâm not sure, and thatâs why iâŠlook like this. ( / pause, outstretch his arms, art display ) by the end of the week all published research on parallel universe theories, psychology and the concept of consciousness will be read by yours truly. i think iâm even beginning to forget the best pokemon strategies. ( / the joke is of paper, canât convince himself to laugh, but he smiles, gesturing to the collection of tombs stacked with the tools of graphite, returns to the cup, drinks ) though iâm certain the catalyst hasnât been documented before. âŠone of us, another mutant, itâsâŠobvious enough, but what they did, and how it affected us, itâs hard to say what, but we lived lives there, so iâm not settling for calling it a âmass hallucinationâ. i wouldnât rule out the possibility in a switch in âconsciousâ, or symmetrical perception, but itâd be hard to find the evidence, as there lacked the free will of ourâŠourselves. ( / thereâs a shiver up his spine and the expression of graveyards carved into his countenance, and pretending for the sake of stability is losing its grasp, drifting to revel pupils staring into nothing, or the limitless void of unanswered questions, each hammered into his bones. yet, the repose comes, in shock and true bewilderment, his eyebrows rising and jaw misaligned for seconds at a time, because he like many humans retains the stubborn tendencies of a fool, written in genetic code, to see people as great, much more so than they consider themselves ) âŠyou experienced his life. we didnât merely just get glimpses of their existence. we were given their memories, personalities, inclinations â everything, so we could become them. iâd relate it to cases of brainwashing, hypnotism, and trauma because what a person knows and experiences is a determining factor in their mindset, and thatâs what we got from themâŠiâd be surprised if you didnât take anything from 'the roseâ in all honesty. if you recall where he got his confidence from initially then it may very well become yours⊠( / sickness, heâs thankful for the scarcity of food in his stomach, because if anything, he wants to exorcise that ghost from his brain and limbs, lest control is swapped for savagery, and the heart for hollow gold. again, he drinks, if just to maintain balance, because heaven knows he doesnât need it to stay awake )
