Day one

Look upon the walls of my mind, and you'll see every inch crowded with words

I never learned to say,

they all line up through a filter to be counted out again and again

until the words begin

But until then

The words begin to bleed through the walls that has become paper thin

And another word is written when it may

Day two

There are stars when I close my eyes, and I watch them wh...

Entry 1, day 1

Dear diary,

Something’s off with me, my taste in certain foods isn’t the same anymore, my favorite bagels taste like cardboard…my favorite coffee tastes like dirt…I can’t identify why. Maybe the company changed their recipes…the items are from the same company.

Hopefully that’s it.

On a brighter note,

I have a dinner with my partner today at our favorite spot. I hope my taste si...

Im losing my vision,eyes are going blind

Sometimes I feel I’m losing my mind

The world became dark to me

All I have left are memories

Everything is a haze

I’m shocked and amazed

Last year I saw clearly

Now it’s only meerly

I used to have perfect vision

Now each step I take is a revision

All I can see is just a foggy maze

My mind is a rolling stone, shockingly in a daze

Going on a mission ...

Thursday 7th June

I’ve never been a morning person, but now each second counts before my vision goes dark. I will cherish the time captured this morning forever. I grab my phone out and press record.

The night sky humbly says goodnight as the last stars dim their sparkle. Kookaburras cry out in boisterous laughter. Nature’s alarm of a new day. A hazy glow peeks across the horizon—muted hues of ...

Diary Entry #1: The Fading Light

April 2nd

I woke up today and couldn’t tell if the sun had risen or if the clouds had simply swallowed the world whole.

There’s a fog over everything lately—not the kind that drapes the city streets, but one that clings to my vision, softening the edges of all I see. Last week, I dismissed it as exhaustion. I thought maybe I had been reading too much, staring at...

September 3, 1987

The light had shined upon my face waking me. I’d always loved be waken by the light. Especially how the light always is bright enough to wake me in the early hours so I could sneak out and run down the pasture to get to the river crossing to see him before he left for town.

Gods he did have the utterly most beautiful ocean blue eyes. That always seemed to hold me ca...

It is not always ideal to be sitting at a coffee table at home alone with no one on your side. At those times the only merriment you feel is of the alcohol on your bedside table whispering into your ear with an impish glee

‘where did it all go wrong?’

it gets darker as the night passes while you are on a pendulum swinging between derision and clarity about you, and HER.

were you blind all alo...

DAY 1: I woke up today with fog clouding my brain, which took a couple of minutes to lift. I can’t believe I’m her property now, her prisoner. If only I could escape…

She is trying her best to make me feel comfortable. At least, as comfortable as one can be, given the circumstances. For example, she fed me traditional food from my home country. When I smelled it, if I closed my eyes, I could be tr...

_(I don’t normally write historical fiction, but why not write about Bryan Charnley. Bryan Charnley was an artist with schizophrenia, he painted self portraits and they got more abstract as he became forgetting himself. Hope you have a wonderful day and happy pride!)_

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**_*I do not mean to be rude to anyone with schizophrenia by the way I write this. I know not all people with schizophrenia writ...

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