this one is a killer. the feeling of superiority. That itching in your mind. it's like a diabetic type illness livable with, but still closely watched. The constant questioning, the ability to morbidly sift through words, commas, head tilts, eye contact, posture, sentence structure, phone activity, and subject matter in seemingly instances marvelling at the paranoid image before you. you investigate and, sadly, you always seem to be right. so then you fight inside yourself. "Am I just being paranoid again?" "but last time, and the time before that, it wasn't just paranoia. you picked up on it." This three way direct battle resounding in a crowded cluttered arena of millions of other Mini skirmishes, my mind going awry. contradicting itself. my imagination seeping into my morality, my mortality slipping into fantasy and my loves, my fears, my dreams, my memories clash. fighting battles that predict the future. form my actions. then those results enter and pick their fights. cluttering and cluttering. all around the one i ponder now. is it me? am i crazy? or am i just impossible?