“Oh, the Schizophrenic is none so accursed as one might think. Their ability to look at the world differently can be a boon to those who see this realm for everyone, in a stagnant and uneven position. As I am one diagnosed with such an illness, it is then that I perceive what a human is indeed cursed to fragment, though blessed to place together in order. The only emotion I can think of to represent this order, is a one that holds all others in place. It is love.
For who I love can be fragmented by perception. By the analogy, I dissect. Though, by love, I reinforce.”– Modern Romanticism