the whisperer

Sometimes something strange comes into my head, they whisper softly as if talking to each other, taking turns wanting to say something to me but I don't understand what they are saying, they are like something very busy, like a crowd inside my head, I don't understand why this happens, often I feel uncomfortable. When it first happened, I was scared and wanted it all to pass quickly, but there are times when I enjoy all the sensations. It feels like a broken television full of tiny ants running around, the sound like an unclear pulsing electric current. I often distract myself by smoking a cigarette or cannabis if I have it. From what I've read, it's a psychotic disorder, but lately it has been decreasing, perhaps because I am getting older, but sometimes I miss its presence and sensations, as if everything feels different and the surroundings become fast-paced like being exposed to high voltage and my heart beats rapidly. Lately, I have been able to control it better; it feels fun and enjoyable, but when it comes at the wrong time, it is clearly very disturbing. Could I be going mad? hahaha, it's not that bad after all. Proof of that is that I miss those who whisper to me, those who are invisible and those who are just my imagination that I can't fully control. But sometimes I want them to come, I invite them when I need them, but they don't come. Ah, never mind, this is already too weird :D

Okay, I created this collage entirely using Paint.net, taking images from public domain site and using a free font called Chomsky and Boska.

Here are the steps I took, which I turned into a GIF :