EKGs could easily track my beats within this body,but they'll never track that life inside of me. These synapses and electric pulses strain to fill a gap between cognition and dexterity, and all i'm really asking for is clarity. This brain is exhausted by psychomachia and all the tangled relationships that a feeble pair of arms can't untie. Every external force refuses to comply. The friendlies haven't been the friendliest, plaguing this dimension with their presence; figurative, but at my own expense. Only lucid fingertips can graze the little spark within my prefrontal cortex before getting sucked into my delusional vortex.
My dissociation has never hurt so bad.