Why does this mind rewind? "What's there" to remind? Is it designed to find fault? To outline flaw? Is it my doing that tries brewing a lost me. Is this the coffee to which I wake up? Is this even thinking or perhaps a map of a dead zone trying to take up space? It makes no way into reaching the surface. Surely we've forgotten the trodding of neurotic plotting of random boxes, tandem to locks picked already. Heady, letting a swirl unfurl and twirl me about. Wait. We? How? 'Allow me to introduce who's culpable with the audacity of creating this menageries of multiple personalities', it is "I". "I" speak for you many a time. You never inquire, so the desire to question this reflection has not yet been intercepted. If you're looking to correct it, you should have then perfected turning your direction to this one. Switch. "Who's this?" We have no name. You rarely lay claim to us, we just were curious what you two had to discuss. This must be another discord before you split more. "Hold on!" So long. "Where are you going?!" Somewhere where the both of you never know and since you and me don't speak I don't see a reason to explain. Change. Me? What happened to we? Oh, those three are quite quiet, pious if you ask me. Side eye. "Who's he?" Oh, me? I'm the guy who watches you all the time, I'm the one who reminds you that this particular design is why this reaction of cracking into fragments occurs. To be honest, this is a first. Usually you don't reach this deep, it seems you weren't disturbed. I'm impressed. "Are there others???" Yes. We haven't met. You've been unaware of us all for as long as we can remember. You used to write poetry for every member of the family, you tended to each one carefully and we cared to teach you sanity, then somewhere along the line you neglected every aspect of the whole and chose a rabbit hole to go, we call it vanity. I don't know. It's weird. Do you recall the man who brought you here? This is uncommon, you've gotten to a point where none of us voice unless deployed. "Who sends for you?" The void. - #ekowechoes
Abstractions. Fractions. Refractions. Parts parting the see.
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