Here we are, on the rickety edge…
These pink pills are not for my sanity, they’re for the sanity of others. They are intended to keep me even enough for someone to go rooting through my noggin in an attempt to help me put the pieces back together. A candy coated form of control. I’ll make myself better, stronger, faster. All for the sake of others. To allow everyone to continue on with that wonderful sense of everything being okay, the sun shining. How can one be reasonable in unreasonable times? Why is it that our passions must be contained, managed? Sometimes the angels on our shoulders are just demons that couldn’t make the cut.
I’ve been much much better than this. I doubt I have ever been, nor will ever be, worse. The specters of my un-reconciled memory banks have finally been released, like Walter Peck shutting down the Ghostbusters power grid. These spirits and skeletons are free to wander the metropolis of my psyche and have begun to hijack the considerable processing power within to attempt to drill their way out. They are clever little beasts, they wear any number of masks required to draw out more and more control. Despite the best of intentions and efforts by many, I fear this may be a losing battle. The control tower was undermanned. Decimated by both general and very specific attacks. Back to the Ghostbusters metaphor, Ecto-1 is in the shop, Ray and Venkmann are on vacation and Stay Puft is left to his own devices. No gatekeeper nor key master required. Hush now, little puppy, your work here is done.
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The melodies are the same. The words also consistent. The lack is in their meaning, the positive power they had. All the soothing balm they had has been stripped away, leaving raw memory in its place. We can’t hear the tunes anymore, the cadence and the rhythm and the lyrical beauty is fuzzy and indistinct. There are no more songs left to sing, no riffs left to play. The instruments may be laid to rest, to gather dust and diminish in memory. Let us speak of these things no more…
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I apologize for the extremely negative and catastrophic nature of the words contained herein. The sun does shine at times, but we force ourselves to wear these blinders.
Goodnight and good luck.