The brain. An electrified piece of meat situated in the cranium. Very evil. Makes up scary faces at night when you're brushing your teeth and not directly facing the mirror.
It fails you a lot, but it especially fails you when you go through something horrible. It asks "why" until it has no more room for it, and then it asks more, scarier questions. It forms thoughts no "adjusted" person would have, it's erratic and it hates itself for how erratic it is. You get lost in the cloud of smoke all that movement leaves behind.
And when a head-splitting headaches brings you down, there's one foolproof way of fixing it! Getting your skull perforated! It's true, I saw it in a medical drama. I don't remember which one. But wait, hold the fucking phone, what's that? The small silly people in there are escaping through the hole! Oh fuck! Actually it's fine, they're small and silly and cannot feel pain, so you start beating the shit out of them and killing them and writing about them having sex crazy style with all the nasty kinks the internet gave you and your headache goes away.
Anyway, this comment is not very deep. None of my comments are very deep, sorry if I ever made you think otherwise. This is a beautiful work of art, as expected from an oxymoron game by now. No matter what you think about your writing, it undoubtably has a very distinct voice that I enjoy reading every time.
Your earnestness is inspiring, your soul is beautiful and warm. Never stop creating, never ask yourself "how to I show this properly". Every way you show it is proper, and every time it is a honor that I'm allowed to witness it.