Narolepitome

"It's too bad you don't have the FUNNY kind of narcolepsy" 
(meaning where I lose consciousness and muscle tone involuntarily).
"Oh, that sounds awesome!"
"I wish I had that!"
These statements have been uttered by multiple people within the last week. 
And to be honest, I'm still not sure how to go about responding.



FULL DESCRIPTION

After nine years of disorientation, futile psychiatric interventions, and countless misdiagnoses carrying shame-laden stigmas, I finally unearthed the answer.



I was diagnosed with Atypical Narcolepsy on September 11, 2014. 



This track exemplifies how deliberate thoughts echo between conscious and unconsciousness, compounding and colliding and consuming any hope of isolating meaning past its utterance. And everything refracted in isolation; quiet never comes.



FULL LYRICS (extracted)

They posed several queries

Meant to spurn directed thought

And to tumble from quick edges

That which I am, from I am not



The bellowing of audience

Will rise as their blood falls

What following a dissonance

Discernible come calls



Underlie ancestry familiar for return

To feel like I belong somewhere together we will burn

That shame will not be found beside wreckage, I will learn

That I’m flammable as well, and that together we can burn



That the moments toiling tired lost with every world turn

Lessen onward til some judgments day when Jesus will return

And to extent our knowledge sufferings be rule adjourn



These, our waking days, where all we know is our concern.