Confined in a sort of fortress, with no one to turn to, my memories and paranoia lead me to God. The words spilled on paper, as I count the days and prayed. The forced medication gave me short term memory loss, and I faltered when they?ve informed me that I might not be able to go home at all. Until I?d forgotten where is Home. And I?d forsaken the difference between wrong and right. Many times I ran away and followed the music of my heart. Their loud noise gave me inspiration and drove me back to reality during times when I seem to float into dividing dimensions. I?d fallen in love, thinking and remembering that maybe it was just infatuation. Until I began to question what love is. Why does it hurt? Why does it dig deep within me? Why do I sacrifice a lot for it? Why does my happiness depend on him? And then the memories were dancing with the present. There were moments I had premonitions of the future. And creatures chanted about auras and warnings of humanity. I barely made it through unscathed. 
I am a schizophrenic. My companions have given up. They?re already in the afterlife. I don?t want to follow. Not unless it is my time. 
Welcome to the world inside my mind.