Some part of me is satisfied.
Some part of me is building up again.
Some part of me accepted.
Some part of me is hating.
Have you ever wonder how it feels to be me.
No one would. I am locked in this world that i am lost in.
This frenzy of a huge entanglement.
I am separated from various world.
No one can depict the layers in me.
The inner layers that has been born into.
It will never die.
I need to be born again.
Into the reality that surrealism is alien.