N° 34

From time to time
I wish not to be solid matter
Anymore
I wish not to weigh anything
Anymore
I wish to dissolve into the air around me and float for a second
Only for a second though,
Tomorrow I have to be in the office by 9

N° 32

When I’m in company
I have a habit of imagining
How they probably see me

It’s like taking a mental picture
Of myself
With the camera being the eyes
Of my counterpart

Does that one strand fall into my face
The way I know it looks best?
Is my laughter contagious?
Are my eyes sparkling?
Do I look pretty from their point of view?

Why the fuck don’t I concentrate
On my own fucking view

-self obsession vs. self destruction-

N° 26

Was I inspired
Or am I just imitating

Is this something I’m really good at
Or am I just following a trend

Do my words mean anything to others
Or are they just stupid

there’s nothing more stressful than self-doubt