Chapter 1: The Essence of Despair

The essence of despair often leads to a disintegration of self.

The scent of insanity is acrid, filled with bitter aspirations shattered by heartaches, which in turn are broken by disappointments stemming from harsh realities. These aspirations blend into a putrid mixture, indistinguishable in their decay—a mournful reminder of what has been lost. I can perceive the phantoms of these aspirations, grotesque echoes lamenting over what once was, rather than daring to envision a brighter tomorrow. There is no tomorrow—only the fractured remnants of yesterday linger.

Madness scoffs at everything, oblivious to the distinctions between hope, sorrow, brokenness, or wholeness. Each of these states has been twisted into an unrecognizable entity, a dark sludge that suffocates the spirit and drains the mind of clarity. Its gaze is unfocused, swollen with tears and dust, unable to settle on a present that is vibrant or evolving. Instead, the eyes look inward, blinded by memories that are dead and buried.

This existence is a kind of indifference known only to those who feel they have lost everything and have nothing left to gain. Whatever potential lies behind is concealed within the murky depths of an endless forest. To wander through those trees is a path to oblivion, yet madness remains unfazed. It doesn't dream; it is ensnared in its own cycle of shame, resentment, and self-inflicted pain, each feeding on its own despair—a sickness that reinvigorates itself with every bitter bite.

When confronted with that which it cannot dominate, control, or obliterate, madness seeks to destroy it merely for its existence outside of the torment it has created—a separation only it can navigate. The unfamiliar becomes the adversary; pain, a companion. Even the flicker of hope is regarded as a perilous laser to be evaded, for if it cannot be subdued, it must not be allowed to exist.

There is no gentle hope wafting through the air, no rhythmic pulse to awaken the senses and inspire dreams of what could be. The atmosphere is filled with harshness, an unbearable tension that accommodates nothing pure or good. It's a slow-motion fracture of bones and wood, the snapping of splinters, the foul scent of decay.

Yet, it is crucial to recognize that madness is not the entirety of existence. The stench of sulfur, the glaring eyes, and jagged teeth characterize only a creature that thrives on our attention. It becomes a monster only when we nurture it, a menace only when it is not starved. It whimpers when devoid of sustenance and growls in fear when threatened.

~ Aurora Moon McKnight

Keep Loving, Keep Living! ❤

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Chapter 2: Embracing the Challenge

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