For a long time he had forgotten that he was crazy. He remembered when- A friend told ‘her’ about another ‘him’ and being told about this helped him to remember that the two are one and the same. He wasn’t sure he should believe himself because he knows there can’t be two. It’s a bit like this- It’s dark and you feel a large stone. You sit on this stone. As you touch the stone you feel bits of dirt crumbling off. The dirt falls onto the ground and you’re no longer sitting on the stone. You’re now looking up. At another. The ground is your new home and above is a lie. It never happened. There was no stone and there wasn’t a ‘her’ and there isn’t any darkness nor any crumbling dirt. And there was one. -M. Taggart
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