Zhara

“Happiness is merely the liminal space between ignorance and understanding.”
― Michael F Simpson, Hypnagogia

“This could have gone on for years. Me having my brain torn apart by sensations, thoughts and feelings of somatic torment at the hands of an Other Body in its mirror. Family and friends wanting to help — I assumed that was so, at least — but failing in the specifics. This glass between us making the seen, unseen, the seeing, unseeing. Making the outspoken voiceless and the listening deaf. Making the caring confused and the cared for distraught. Like an exile trapped in a labyrinth of glass panes splitting me off from my society and my tribe, no matter which direction I turned, no matter which impossible hallway I travelled down I was always separated from reflections of some other world where people could be happy, and safe, and understand their own inner workings well enough to voice them in the form of words.”
― Michael F Simpson, Hypnagogia

“I screamed last night, and felt the sharp, reflective elements boring into my skull. I felt such deep, intense devotions, the kind of emotions it is only possible to experience in nightmares. But I was not dreaming, I could not sleep. I was wide awake. In pain. Debating with my own reflection which one of us should own our veins.”
― Michael F Simpson, Hypnagogia

“Glass always drew my eyes, or my mind. That reflection — the mirror, and the Other Body inside it. I wanted to turn off my mind but it was impossible. So many terrible, monstrous things buzzed around inside of it like electric knife blades, cutting, cutting, cutting.”
― Michael F Simpson, Hypnagogia