Many times I have found myself questioning who I am and what has changed so much from when I was a child.

Or has nothing changed at all? Where do i begin, is this reality or some kind of post-reality? The frustration in my mind bubbles boiling ulcers in my stomach. Flat and centered between my heart & chest. Don’t doubt yourself if you want to learn.

Pressure builds up, stiff as nails straight to your center. Take a deep breath, the end is no where near. You catch yourself sighing relief yet spitting consciousness at yesterday.

Where do they always go when they aren’t even far away? Sometimes I can’t even feel you in my heart- stopping my beats like you always did. I didn’t ask for your translation of mute speech.

Maybe one day contentment will just come naturally. No Pills. No childhood memories. No TV shows or Films. Just what’s right there beside me every day

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