Journal of a Schizophrenic (Entry #4)

Our Autumnal Years...
Twas a noiseless evening, save for the plashing of rain against the panes. The air was choked with a summery mugginess as it fought the shivery breeze of the coming winter. Autumn was the buffer zone between the stifling of life and its inevitable wintry death. Now was the time to behold the orangy sunset of my life. As I recollect my Spring birthing and Summer, I do so with a smile and wet eyes. Now is the time to behold indeed! The lambent rays emitted from my precipitous visage still illuminate the world around in hues which electrify the senses of those who mirror me. The distance, the desert one must trek to see me is parchingly hot, with no predisposition that their open-mindedness will grow brown and dry as ashes on this journey to know me. Many fell chill, many parched throats thirsty for a drink to intoxicate themselves back to normalcy. Schizophrenia will dry you out and pummel you. Oh, I know this all too well. However, you do not, which is why you try to avoid my kind. Surrounded by my own relieves me, besieged by your kind gives me a reason to welcome the winter of my life. Sometimes the wintertime is far more luminescent and warmer! Hibernation season is over, I’ve crawled out of the darkness of summer and have opened my eyelids to the supernova. In this depression there comes tremendous amounts of light, emitting poetry. And to you, normal person, don’t dare shun the light my living, breathing corpse dares to entrust you to read!