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