hash browns.

Getting to know myself was a bad, bad idea.
Curiosity did it to the cat and now its doing the same with me.
Worse still.
I guess its using voodoo this instance.

'we want to stay on the darker side of the picture.
We love being pathetic dweeps''
the shrink said.

'I promise NEVER to lose myself to self-pity again.'
I vowed.

I set on cleaning the cobwebs, clearing out the clutter that was.

''exclusion diagnosis' they call it.
You carefully chuck out everything you aren't /not yours,
and hope someday, you'l be left with yourself.'

I was amazed at the speed with which this works,
and the repugnance with which my head gives away, disowns my eccentricities.

'you feel you are mechanizing it. You stop.'

'hold it. It isn't that easy'

'Remember, it'l be just as though you are talking to your reflection. Expect no leading questions.
You hunt it out and you incenerate it'

'they're just a few benign objects. They're not mine to destruct.
Not mine to bid farewell to.'

'Beware. They are known to find their way back'

'but what if I destroy the one supposed to stay'

'It won't leave that easily'

I foraged many,
led out a trail for some,
and a few just came when called.
As I wasn't quite sure when 'mechanizing' begins, or whatever the hell it means for that matter I didn't stop.

Everything else down to ashes outside,
I called out to no one in particular.
My voice echoed in the space.
Empty spaces.
What I always dreaded.

Fluid trickled down my forehead.
Not sweat..
Something obscenely sweet.
Smelling of myrrh, rosewood and......coaltar?

I call out again, and my voice scavenges its way up the dead walls.

'just leave. You scare me.'

it talks, and smells strange.

'what are you?'

'a nameless, faceless voice, cowering inside your head'

that was it.

The sheer horror of it!!.
Whatever went wrong,
.are the rest of them already dead.
I hurried my steps back,
an empty wasteland greeted me.
I cried.
I opened my eyes.

'a nameless, faceless voice that cowers within my head'

'Ah!
I should've known.
A common entity in clinical practise.
Scientists call it,
'being full of yourself'.'

'not done. Where are the others.?'

'they're not yours to speak'

'this....this, can't be true.
You said, people usually come out with good results, that some of them are now happy.'

'aren't you?'

'should I?'

'I'd rather not say anything, lest I sound preachy.'

'you cheated me..'

'deal with it.
Or you should've burnt me when we met for the first time...'