Fragments of a Decaying Mind (Entry I)
Entry I — The Heat Within Tonight, well same as all nights lately. I feel as though my brain is boiling inside its fragile cage. It started as a fever, a low heat, a faint burn at the edges of my thoughts, but soon every idea began to melt, and created this nameless broth. Memories lose their shape, words twist, and I can almost hear the sound of my nerves collapsing. A hiss, like flesh pressed too long against the flame. There’s a numbness that follows. A stillness, a silence that should be relief but isn’t. It’s not peace, but the absence of feeling, as if a flame burning away the part of me that once cared. My vision swims in haze, my skull throbs, and I wonder if I am becoming less human each passing hour. Sometimes I imagine I can see the smoke curling out of my own mind, as if I’m watching myself fade into nothing. And sometimes - this is the hardest part - I realize I don’t even know if I want to fight it.