A safe, controlled environment is required to unfetter my ever-brighter chains.
It is a potent, coarse, energy,
Trying to externalise itself, to express itself.
Not necessarily a torrent of ideas; the energy is too frenzied, certainly
Too impatient for rationally thought-out ideas
This 'psychic energy' is in chains: it thus can become enraged, a hysteria of myself, frustration, trying to break out of these chains I have welded, hammered together, some unconsciously, some consciously.
Manifestations of these chains loosening:
An "SOS" tattoo; outbursts of hysteria; rage, not with a short fuse, but with no fuse...
Notes from my time on Porchester Ward, Summer 2009
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