I wish i was capable of reaching into my lungs and pulling out all of the words I've managed to shove to the bottom as if they wouldn't reach up with their tiny little hands and strangle the life out of me the second they got the chance. I am a soul composed of love poems written for someone who doesn't care about them or me. I've managed to separate myself from reality but its gotten to the point where i cant tell the difference between a pair of blue eyes and the universe everyone speaks so fondly of. I've begun to think its just me. Maybe I've gone crazy and that's why my mind switches from one topic to the next never stopping in time to simply just take a breath. But if you really stop to think about it, that might just be okay, because you're never actually the same person you were 10 minutes ago. I read somewhere that in the amount of time that is takes a human to say "i love you" twenty thousand of our cells have already died and been replaced by new ones. So when people say that I've changed i cant help but laugh and agree because i know that I will never be the same person i was thirty seconds ago. It's a little weird to think that you have so many different selves forever pushing to the surface. In retrospect there are twenty million different ways i could describe myself to a person, but I'd prefer to say that i am nothing and just a smidgen of something at the same time.