The Line of thought, the internal synapse leap of thought. Broken down through the T-cell attack of MS.

Broken,

tangled,

teased,

Mayhem,

decrepit,

malfunctioning,

miscommunicating…

The Miasma of my head thug, deafening white noise, that cacophony of thoughts tangled in my mind, scrambling into an incoherent mess that will not be quiet.

Come day or night.

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