null unlived

    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from, Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly, A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive, My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see
    My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see, The fractured prism of my mind struggles to contain its disparate facets, as shards of identity splinter and refract, revealing parallel existences and unwelcome glimpses into the labyrinthine corridors of my own chronology, The kaleidoscope of my psyche is in disarray, as mirrored shards of selfhood shatter and reassemble, each reflection revealing a divergent path, a haunting echo of what could have been, or what may yet be, In the hall of mirrors that is my consciousness, reflections of myself proliferate, each one a portal to a divergent reality, a testament to the infinite possibilities that I dare not confront, and the lives that I've yet to live, The crystalline structure of my identity is under siege, as facets of my being cleave and recombine, birthing parallel selves that haunt the periphery of my awareness, their whispers echoing through the chambers of my mind like the ghosts of unlived lives
    The canvas depicts a fragmented psyche, yearning to disintegrate into myriad reflections of itself, each a static liquid plane exhibiting existential permutations and temporal rifts the subject wishes to avert their gaze from. Listen: My mind was becoming unstuck in time again. It wanted to come unstuck from itself for good this go-round. It wanted to split into unlimited refractions, self-upon-self, planar liquids frozen in place. Each one would show me lives unlived, time-lines re-run. I didn't want to see that stuff, frankly. A surreal depiction of a mind fragmenting into countless planar liquid reflections of itself, each one a static mirror displaying alternate lives and timelines the subject wishes not to perceive. My head will not stay together, it only wishes to split itself into endless refractions of the self, each one a planar liquid static, each one displaying lives and alternations of the timeline that I do not wish to see

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