You may see us hiding amongst the reeds, basking in the dark, or walking among others as any normal person would.
We are here. Each day may grant us a moment of terrifying reflection. The pull behind our eyes causes creeping curiosity to our true nature. Then in the end of these occasional moments of personal clarity we are left with questions and assumptions. Perhaps we have no true nature, our minds merely the natural product of our world. As natural as the forming of compounds and minerals. Though perhaps due to delusion we believe ourselves and others to have a "divine spark". Something alien to the natural world. Though through 25 years of life i personally conclude that this divine spark is not my mind. If it is the fire that drives my body or the emergent system that arises from my presence i do not know. But when my mind is addled i know i become less than i am. Unable to think, unable to be who i was.
I fear losing myself. Perhaps i more fear what i will see in my wake when i regain that which i had lost, if i even do regain that.
There is no science here. No discernable proof or peer reviewed results. Simply a lone mind shuddering in the immense shadow of reality. Though melancholic in tone i feel more as if i am merely waiting for the future to provide the answers i seek. If i do not find those answers, perhaps there are none, i will settle for my own.

Anyways im using this furaffinity account to follow artists i like due to the dwindling hope of twitter. Essentially you are looking at someone who is looking at porn.