My sanity is trying to take over my madness.
It's driving me insane.
Every story, real or fiction, has an impact…
...and nearly every story we read is a repetition of a story told before, only described in other words. However, let two people narrate the same experience from their own perspectives, and you'll have two entirely unique stories telling the exact same thing. These 'different' stories will be told to their relatives and friends which will subsequently - for better or for worse - shape them to a newer version of themselves.
Every story told in history is somehow connected…
...as are the chapters in this book.
Each chapter is its own story, and all the stories/chapters are connected, creating one single story bundled in a book which ultimately is connected to other books, telling stories told before.
Parts of this book may seem a little sinister or unrealistic but what fictional place in one's head isn't? It's like this mirror I have. I perceive it to show me my two faces; a mad man's face and a sad man's face... but when I look closely at both reflections, I realize it is just a broken mirror...
...or is it?
Daily a thought in my head forces its way further into my frontal lobe, shouting: ‘Where’s the line between being normal and abnormal?’
I don’t know anymore.