The Admission of Declining Cognition
an abstract deterioration
Fixations are a showered sponge in my mind putty that primes my brain, until it’s all that remains. It’s a weird thing to say and want, but I crave it. I need more. Maybe I should try not thinking about it. I’ll do something else. That’s right. I’ll move on and probably forget about it. Who knows what could happen? I hate this feeling. I don’t want anybody to feel like this. It feels like there’s nothing more to me than this feeling. I don’t even know what I want. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.