Freud's wife -by sEung b. Kim

What's been in your head, Sigmus?

No, it's just a reoccuring thought..

Sigmus? Can you see me in this light?

I can, but I'm currently stressing over an assignment..

Putting the pieces together?


As best I can.. what is this eye that can see myself? I do mind
now.. for your presence awakens me to it..

Thus you are not going mad, Sigmus..

I am thinking.. but I am also most unaware.. I think though I can't
see.. my intelligence is in the absurd consciousness of an acute
lunatic.. so I would speak in strange tongues of that which is not
under the sun.. And in this disassociation with people, if I was only
loved by a woman I would too see the light. It is so clear to me..
that Love is not with me.. but I am so alone with my rational mind,
that I feel the chill..

Can we see eye to eye, now?

My gosh I am the doctor.. Shouldn't I be asking such questions?

But I'm here.. and you cannot see yourself, Sigmund, unless I am here
to shed some light.. if You would only hold my hand, I would make sure
the sun greets you in the morning..

Yes, Dear.. And so we shall see each other in the morning..

Freud's Wife -by sEung b. Kim