I'm actually nobody. Maybe we're all the same person. I haven't even known who I am for a long time. I don't know how many times I've died from drowning in the sea of my thoughts.
Sometimes I think about certain things so much. I can't silence the voices in my head.
I either read or write too much to avoid hearing them. Sometimes I ignore them. As if pretending they don't exist will make them stop. But I can't stop my feelings or stop these voices.
When I was a child, I thought everything would be different. As if I could reach out and touch the sky. As if I could ride on the clouds. People don't know who they are at those ages. They don't know what to experience.
I'm one of those who's been erased. Just like you. A vanished ruin needs care.
At a moment when I had no strength left for myself, I decided to fight.
SOMETIMES ANNIHILATION IS THE BEGINNING OF EVERYTHING...
Now, like a ghost, I can exist wherever I want.
I'm like the pieces of a scattered puzzle, scattered, the edges frayed, out of place...
But I've found my place in my own picture. And I fit in perfectly.