I LOST MYSELF A LONG TIME AGO.

And I don't know where I went.
Or who I am.
Or what's right.
Or where to go.
Or where to stand.
Or where to cry.
Or where to yell.
Or where to whisper.
Or if I should call.
Or if I should respond.
Or if it's all true.
Or if I can trust anybody.
Or if it's all a dream.
Or if this is real.
Or if I'm here.
Or if I'm gone.

Or.. if I'm just fading.
Fading away slowly.




To nothingness.


Where all of my blood travels through my body in the slowest motion, because it too, can't move.
I can't move. I can't sleep. I can't breathe.

Abusing weekends as a mental escape. Or.. a mental shift.

Because it's all real, I think, and it's all here, I think, and it's all love, I think.

Or..