Fictional I Statements: Walter

I am at the mercy of my neurons. I am not trying to be poetic. I see my reflection in everything. I cannot look inside. I have the feeling my brain is disconnecting. I don’t know where that puts me. I do know that the more I write the more I am afraid. I am trying to stay afloat. I am not a metaphor. I wish I were because then I would mean something else. I am less and less curious everyday. I don’t care. I find peace in looking. I find chaos in thinking.