I don’t know where I should begin. But I am bound to write.
To tell you the truth, I am unable to escape from this unsettling mind filled with notions that I must bear until the timekeepers preach to me their wisdom.
My mind is inhabited by people whom I refer to as shadow beings.
They come, and then they go, leaving me alone time and again. Fortunately, or should I say unfortunately, their immediate return makes all the difference.
It all began when I was small. At this moment, I can’t push my finger at “that” specific fragment of my memory, but I can tell you this: the experience was confusing as well as horrifying.
Even today, I cannot separate “this” realization as real or a daydream.
This day, the shadow beings came to teach me an important life lesson, but as I reflect, I wasn’t ready, and their teachings weren’t necessary to me. In fact, their “path showing” has ruined me.
I am going to tell you a little secret: they don’t want me to continue as I am writing this. However, I am going to write anyway, with no leaps and bounds from my parasites entertained in any shape, capacity, or form.
Years after my first encounter, these shallow, shadowy creatures brought a new neighbor, a Nobodaddy. He is my master, and I have been serving his greed to date.
When he is hungry, he turns me into a shadow person, burdening me with the futile purpose of serving his needs.
“I am tired,” and “If you are seeing this, I am coming for you all.”
At this point, it is very easy for me to vent my anger, but believe me that with time, “I will be free again.”
At this present hour, my fingers are dancing in a rhythm guided by my mind, where my nemeses live, and they are telling me to feed them my absurd remarks.
However, there must come another time with another urge of soliloquy, and we shall meet again.