Confusion forms a part of the unknown new entries in his mind. He questions the reason for their presence there. Knowingly he sets the questions aside and addresses the problems at hand. The questions linger at the back of his mind. They wander in when the body is idle and wander out when the mind is put to work. Having had enough, he dodges around them, but fails. He builds a wall around them, confining them to a corner of his mind. They multiply, overlap and soon take over that area. They scream and shout, demanding his attention. He lets them play in the background. But they won’t be denied what they deserve. They burst, spilling muck all over, turning his mind into occupied land. Now, he gives in, he pays heed. He cleans the thoughts and drains the good from the nasty. He leaves specks behind that just can’t be cleaned. He lets them be. He forces himself to believe they don’t matter. They gnaw at those areas little by little. They hurt his mind but he felt it is temporary. He enjoys the new enforced calm. And imagines it will stay.
One of those specks leads him to think that all this is just the calm before the storm. As he basks in the harmony, he sincerely hopes for his sanity and mental peace that it becomes permanent.