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Listening to my head

September 6, 2010

“D.C al Fine. The ocean… something something something the ocean. 50 % sugar. something something something the ocean. Wonderment.”

I am hearing this echo in my head. It’s not Shirley. It’s not Amy. It might not be me? I don’t know, I know my language is hijacked by an echos. An nothing on the purpose. Some are not bothered to be fixed, the sentences I mean. But all they come out like this because it runs like this through my mind on slow. Slow like treacle, interrupted by “something the ocean” and other words that I didn’t give permission.

Maybe I just need to sleep. Maybe the sleep comes before morning. And in the morning my language my thoughts comes back to order, justice and reason?

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One comment

  1. Those sound like word salads…

    I know you oftentimes feel like schizophrenia is something to struggle with, but it may help you stand out as an author if you ever choose to become one because of how it makes you view words differently than most people do.



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