Dearest

[thepeopleseason]

I spend my days deciphering code, wrangling the pseudo-languages that few aside from machines understand, trying to lock-groove my wandering mind from the damning imaginings that hide in my mind--your doppelganger, laughingly cruel or suddenly resolved, mocking pieces of my sanity from me with the shadow of your parting.

I stream maudlin pop songs into my brain like a intravenous drip, to drown out the soft murmurs of Fear and Anxiety who scream curses at me from behind the curtain of distraction.

The rest is silence.