just know that i love you,
but love’s such a simile..
the dumbing down of a daydream enthusiast
screeching weasel - identity crisis
i’ve been trying to think back to a time when i knew who i was. when i knew what i stood for, what i believed in, what i held as my highest priority. when i knew where my head was at, where my loyalties were, and what moral code i chose to live by.
somewhere in the past i-don’t-know-how-long, i’ve lost all sense of it. i don’t remember any of it. each passing day, i’m aging. supposedly becoming more and moreso “who i am.” how is it that i’ve become so detached from ev-er-y-thing that once meant ev-er-y-thing to me and no longer have the slightest inclination as to who the fuck the person staring back at me in the mirror is.
where did i go? where am i going? who the fuck am i..
the telephone yells out at me to wake..
i won’t be blamed for someone else’s mistakes.
this is our song.
on repeat for the next unspecified amount of time.