The many I's

Eyes wide. My intrepid heart beats. Swallow the door made of paper - chemical fusion. No turning back. Darkness takes my kingdom and that which silently exists within reveals itself in light, spinning visions and fine threads of pain which have been spread upon these pages. Together… we retrace the lines which are now words. In them I see the madness that had trickled in and disguised itself as I. We now live together not knowing who inhabits who. 

Reviews

[Rahul]

If i truly say then i really couldn't find wht you want to say through this piece. But i think this's really a great write and has contained a deep write.
I tried to know about this and hope you'd clear it to me.

[Nicky Boo]

Hello, Rahul. This is about taking drugs and living with the confusion of self that can occur afterwards. Door made of paper is the acid tab, which of course is a tiny slot of paper doused with chemicals. I hope that helps. :)

[Jessica Gillitzer]

This is different, I thought it was about love but now I'm not sure. this is complex as far as I can tell or deep. Sorry I didn't catch more of it. It is very well worded though.
Jessie

[Nicky Boo]

Thanks. It's kind of about drugs and the surreal things they reveal.

[Jessica Gillitzer]

Trippy I didn't catch that, but I think maybe not everyone is supposed to get it. I see it now though. This is alot more interesting to me rereading it with your meaning. very nice.
Jessie

[Nicky Boo]

Thank you, Jessie.

[Jessica Gillitzer]

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