a disjointed tangent./// IPSY-0101 — 'ERÊ' ///
time is a fickle thing and so desperately out of ones control. one week feels like an hour. one hour passes by in the blink of an eye. months go by although it only felt like a small handful of days. and a year? a year is a simple week or two long.
it may supposedly be the amnesia and time loss that comes with being part of a DID system — it is experienced system-wide. or, perhaps, it is the ADHD. perhaps something else. perhaps it is just the natural experience for adults. how is one meant to discern the cause? it hardly matters. time will pass and death will consume all persons whom have lived, and will live. the speed of which time is experienced is a miniscule detail.
temporal illusions are truly a curse, are they not? they will never create a perfect experience. not like those will be created or experienced perfectly with an intact perception of time.
thoughts are pouring out of grey matter and ricocheting off the skull. they're so overwhelming that no thoughts can be found and concentration must be honed to manifest an intact thought. thoughts in concepts thoughts in words thoughts in feelings thoughts in ideas. so many thoughts that there are none.
this creature would like to talk about ipseity and the struggles that may come with having a disturbance of it. it cannot be done now due to the thoughts being difficult to stitch together in a discernable form. these episodes of overwhelmingly thoughtless thoughts can be a difficult thing to sit through. they have been happening more often as of late. it would at least make sense it corrupts this component. not has always been more prone to the
perhaps the thoughts will die down and return to normal soon.
