Outside of the destruction this illness has beholden me to,
I find myself wondering,
is there is a part of me still left?
Outside the seemingly endless strings of purchases
of books,
trinkets,
miscellany items,
that I found absolutely necessary at the time to own,
Outside the relationships where mania
seductively shrouded itself as love,
Outside the serendipitous misadventures,
Outside the compulsive longing to be ******
and disposed of because I viewed myself as an empty vessel to be
filled-in,
Outside the reckless dive into drugs,
is there a part of me still left?
Outside
I look after the storm,
and within my total being,
I ask myself
which I,
is I?
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Outside of the destruction this illness has beholden me to,
I find myself wondering,
is there is a part of me still left?
Outside the seemingly endless strings of purchases
of books,
trinkets,
miscellany items,
that I found absolutely necessary at the time to own,
Outside the relationships where mania
seductively shrouded itself as love,
Outside the serendipitous misadventures,
Outside the compulsive longing to be ******
and disposed of because I viewed myself as an empty vessel to be
filled-in,
Outside the reckless dive into drugs,
is there a part of me still left?
Outside
I look after the storm,
and within my total being,
I ask myself
which I,
is I?
