I hope these obsessions will die down.
I can't seem to control these feelings,
the sense of something that i could cling onto

something...anything, the paranoia, the
rush of heat through the entire body that
warmed the ground my weakening body was standing on.

I feel lost at times.
That feeling of lost accompanied by the mere fact
that everything has a new layer and i failed to see it.
Everything that I thought should matter, didn't.

Is it true what they say?
You just don't love yourself enough.
Sometimes i even wonder who I am.
Or what I am supposed to be.
We would have to conform eventually,
and i believe we already did.