Memoirs of a Schizophrenic by devil-with-halo, literature
Literature
Memoirs of a Schizophrenic
"But yes, yes, I am completely sane. As sure as the sky is blue. See? I speak now, and and yes-I can speak... Doctor, you TOLD me I can go back to Frankie when I'll be well. And I AM well now. He beads...I mean he needs me.
Tomorrow, you MUST let me go see him. I haven't seen his lovely red eyes for so long. Blue. I mean, blue eyes. Hahaha, no really who has red eyes?
I know he is missing Sandy.
Umm... Because Sandy is me of course how could I forget?
It's just hard to get used to talking to real people, after all this time. Alone, in that cold, white room.
Yes, yes, I'm fine, Doctor. Cannot you see how well I'm thinkin
Your hands gently placed the thin lanterns on the tarp. My breath is visible in the air. Floating up and away like smoke from a fire. I watched it go up to the stars but then my eyes went back to you. Mittens hanging from your pale wrists as you lined up all the lanterns. I peered off the roof far down at the parking lot below us. Father Gerald is taking over tonight.
He leads the congregation in songs about the birth of Christ. The "real" reason for Christmas. This is more of a get together. A public choir concert done as a teaser for the big Christmas Eve party. They don't see us up on the roof. The rest of the younger generations in the c