A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

Again, I am weak to connections I have made. I have been seeing something, just in the corner of my eye, the peripherals of vision in my reality. It was something of a blip or something distant, a tear in the reality. It had to be her, or Kara, or Fyntn, or Barc. All I knew was that I could not have it appear to me. So I was at the device again, ready to fight the interference in my reality with what little creationism I could muster. “He’s back,” Kara’s voice near me said. She was holding me in her arms, the child I was. With a wave of my hand, I floated away from her and into the air of the library. “Shit! Hold him down!” “Jack?” Lila’s voice asked, flying up next to me. I blinked to put her into a bubble of air, which she popped due to still having a sort of creationism herself. “We’re trying to help you!” Before I knew it, the metal circlet was on my head again, thoughts revealed. #I can’t be here,# I thought. #Why am I back here again?# “Relax,” Mr. Barcode soothed, while flying h...

I came back to her after a week or two. Time spent re-reading Finnelgamin was left uncounted, and filled my mind to the brim with old demons. I knew the whole story already, but it affected me harshly nonetheless. It was as if I did that cruelty all over again, and yet reading it over again made me understand how Finn came to exist so free of me. He was sealed away in his temporal bubble of repeated time, but in the story I wrote after, with a supposed copy of him, a damn Garavand reconnected them. When that story ended, what Finn found in the darkness beyond all the stars, was a way out. The only mistake he made was stepping into Rebecca’s space where I had complete control and connections to everything in my imagination. “Jack?” Rebecca asked of the library room. The electric tingle got her here, but she was right out of the bath, only wearing a towel on the hair and one to cover her body. “Are you here?” she started taking off the towel wrap around her, but I expanded the garment i...