I'm sitting here in disbelief and my mind takes on a will of its own. Its riling and brewing up a storm. Maybe this is why I've always felt there are so many different voices talking at the same time. Maybe this is why talking is so tiring to me sometimes. Its like someone or some people are moving on their own inside of my head. My thoughts are splintered and rounding from topic to topic, image to image.

In the end, the battlefield is filled with scores of dead bodies and my heart feels the weight of all the dead.

My soul lays fractured.