*licks cracker* gaud can u tell me why i feel like a decapitated chicken?
it’s a metaphor. like a chicken running around in search of its head, you are blindly searching for yourself, for a life and identity you can live with and use to make your being whole again. like the headless chicken, you dash wildly, with no direction. hoping to complete yourself, you scramble about for a reality you can grasp, a perspective you can comprehend. yet you have no hands, no eyes, and no mouth to scream with