Live like an unappreciated stranger in your own house.
Become the careless talk at family dinners about the disappointing child and pretend like it was all a joke and slowly lose yourself with every echo of drunken laughter.
Look into the eyes of someone you love and realize how you can't feel anything other than dread.
Become the lustful thoughts of someone you can't love and watch them cut themselves into pieces for you, when in the end all you can say is a pitiful "thank you, but I'd rather be a lonely wreck drifting across the sea."
Ask yourself to be found in a map with no direction and with nothing but your faulty heart to guide you away from home.
Pretend like the music disappears into the background of the screenplay your life has become and the screen slowly turning black.
Find the dread in your own heartbeat.
Take off your clothes and see how you sewed every misgiving into your skin like a story you never want forgotten and marvel at how bad your stitching is- can't even hold yourself together.
Hear the sound of the rain and wonder why the grey clouds of your heart never go away with the same.
I feel like ****. And physics is turning my head around.