I am insane. This is a thing I believe absolutely. One might think there are drugs involved, but I will put a plug in this lie. It is ever present and sometimes pleasant. I am rather hesitant to share it. My insanity is a dialogue in my mind, divided into two who prattle on about the divine. Mundane and common to others it might seem, yet shattered and broken I have been. I’ve cried at silence for my mind is loud. I am one who is as two. Two voices different in sound. Is one me and the other not? No both are me in mind and thought. They keep secrets from each other, only to reveal when impact is greatest. I am okay alone for truth be told I am never so. I laugh at jokes never told. We scream in silence, prattle in quiet, and speak unbound. I who is we talk of things I’ll never know. What follows is long and the first time I put to words the cacophony I am. I urge you, dear reader, to do the same. Write your mind. Is it like mine? Perhaps in some way. The more I read the more I fear I have never had an original thought. The long dead speak as if they are the same, though never had we shared words. I was before they ever were. I wrote before I knew. When I found them, their words I already knew. Their existence did not mine hurt. Yet still I am damaged. I am insane.
https://ethangjohnson.com/2020/08/20/my-mind/ A long piece delving into myself
https://ethangjohnson.com/2020/08/11/who-i-am-that-you-need-to-know/ Poetry from the heart
https://ethangjohnson.com/2020/08/29/addressing-the-problem-of-emotional-flow/ Politics
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