If this book were a death note,
can you guess
how many people I would want to eliminate
from this lovely earth?
Ten?
Hundreds?
Thousands?
Or,
would I only write one name?
.
.
.
My name

My mind,
constantly drifting away,
to the past,
or far away to the future.
I found myself,
always,
drowning in the fantasy
or delusion
I don't live in the present.
My body does,
but my soul not.
"I" don't exist.