Sicklical Mayhem 001 :: by Lyonna Lyu ::

a feminine face spirals amidst the Mayhem. they teeter in and out of consciousness—these thoughts are not my conscience’s? these thoughts with no pace race in one direction—left, right, up, down, east. wait...which way’s east? can somebody please direct me towards the east?! you haven’t left home, weren’t you aware? oh no dear you’re where you belong, chaos is but a melodious song. defog your lenses, listen closely to your senses.—wh-where am i? a puzzled face though you know this space.—oh, it’s you, Mayhem, once again. it’s just Mayhem! my old dear friend.— you are one with your sicklical chaos, it’s easy to let go in a familiar place. a self space. an enclosed space? escape. dig, DIG. catch yourself. ::

Poem written by the artist.

This mask yearns for its mind to form a single, continuous stream of thought as it's consumed by neurodivergent conversations internally. Unable to make sense of fleeting mental dialogue, the mind falls into a cycle of self-destructive behaviors. However, once the mind recognizes chaos as a familiar place it no longer wishes to live, it shows itself compassion. The mind shows itself grace and turns towards radical love and acceptance, believing by digging into the shadows the mind will release the self-sabotage cycle. ::