putain, fait chier.
suspicion sneaking up inside me
informing me that i've somehow managed to lose
my emotions that once swelled up as easily as a sprained ankle.
im just like you now.
i want to be like leonard shelby in memento.
maybe life would be so much simpler.
i'll make up my own story and live the lie
i want to immerse myself in right now.
"i know the world is still out there when i open my eyes".
such certainties i dont want to know.