Girl in Red Skirt
by Createspace, Lostchijd
Category: Fiction

Detachment. To have nothing and want nothing. Sadism and masochism, in relation to strengths and weaknesses. Life in a post-existential, ADD-infested world where it has already been accepted that all is meaningless, but one goes on just because there's nothing else to do. Flashing lights and the noise of conversation, which cause a madness that comes and goes like a loved one who fears commitment. The creation and destruction of others, undertaken in a manner no different than how one deals with inanimate objects. Friendships and relationships with psychological disorders. The exploration of chaos on a more physical level. A swirling, shattered consciousness. The refusal to keep building things up into a greater order. A breaking down of reality into smaller components, and a rebuilding of it in a more favorable composition. The retaining of all of one's insides due to the belief that no one else deserves them. Turning into a machine. Trembling chests despite, or maybe because of, the cold, rainy weather. Build-ups and disintegrations. The self-imposed solitude of insomnia. Writing as a sign of loneliness. Changing one's self to mirror the wants and needs of a loved one. Manipulation of mental processes to achieve desired states. Dichotomies that turn the brain into a battlefield. A fear and rejection of conclusions, answers, and progress. This is how it is.