I am fat and full and thin and deprived. I creep in the dark as I walk with confidence. I am many. Shattered into fragments. I am weak while I am strong and I am destroying what I am constructing. The brain is ripping. Pulled by the ropes attached to the core. Attached by the glue that cannot be broken. Pens and pencils flow with the fluid of warring personas. A prisoner of myself... I am alone, yet surrounded.
