I slipped and fell from reality Going down, I saw the silhouette of myself waving back from the cliff of reality getting smaller and smaller
My fall carved the air with a bundle of chaos dense with fear and weightlessness at the same time
I am lost between letting go and wanting to go everybody goes at some point anyway between waving goodbye to what's better and saying hello to what's bad between loving to love, and loving being loved or both, I am lost between loneliness and aloneness between confidence and bitchiness between opening my heart and keeping it and giving it to you, naked, want it? between sobriety, and faking it I am scared of changing and I am attracted to change of walking away, when walking is my favorite hobby I fear losing something, when there was nothing to begin with I am addicted to turmoil, I lather my skin with recklessness I inject my veins with the soothe intoxicating taste instability I question my lust for instability for chaos for heartbreak and heart-mend for unreciprocated love, for ... everything that doesn't make sense I question my fabrication of a future, before I even say hi.
I am confidence wrapped in anxiety, that wears me like a gala dress hugging my curves, with self-doubt I am fake, a hypnotized being, programmed to smile to blend, to speak less, to love less, love like that, to compare, to compete I am tired