December 10, 2018
I have nothing to say. So when you listen you won't hear Anything Except Your own thoughts. But then, when I do speak, I Still feel like You are just listening to Your own thoughts. When you finally do speak words I feel them pushing and shoving With deliberate force. Woven from Pride and Desire, Seemingly soft and consoling; like Artillery they buffet me Softly. Without warning I feel a barrage of needle sharp mental objects and I raise my Shield and take aim with my Artillery. Logic and Reality have been blown apart and lost in the Chaos. Suddenly, The clips are emptied and quiet prevails. Stunned I have nothing to say.