Execution of Mentality (The art of disappearing slowly)

In daily life faces become distorted and thoughts disordered, wait another hour or week. They clear up, never the same, if you can tell the difference. The people you love swap features and accents and become a mess of images and phrases. Break them down to their pieces. Don't rely on how they are to recognize who they will become, because tomorrow your brain will have changed their place and portraits. Pawns to your own self-destructive plan, you become unempathetic when you recognize your own words they are speaking. When their faces look more like puddles than something even remotely human being. Leave it to your degrading eyes to see the things that lurk in your mind, pieces of your subconscious that should never be reality. Leave it to your mind and poor self discipline to think that leaving would be the way to come down from a never ending high. Leave it to your anger to fester over something that you would normally consider nice.

Words no longer have true meaning when you are loosing sleep over dopamine, every little syllable feels like an attack on a character you can no longer control. Every minute spent up is another day of crazed productivity, it's an awfully creative type of uncivility.