NINE28.01.2016
i am forgettable. i keep vanishing into the backseat of a car, into the top of my desk, into some book that i hold in front of face, into my own skin, i keep disappearing into myself, i have invisible bones. i don't know which side to drift towards. reality is shatter, and it is never mine, i have still to get a hang of this disappearing trick. hanging in between is even more painful than being or not being there. where is my earthing? where do i find my voice when i've already sacrificed my mouth to the breeze? should i let go of myself? should i sleep on the edge of the cliff tonight and roll over into an oblivion, into the sky. they see me but they don't know what i am, they see me but their eyes slip away. i am lost and i am insubstantial
i am forgettable. i keep vanishing into the backseat of a car, into the top of my desk, into some book that i hold in front of face, into my own skin, i keep disappearing into myself, i have invisible bones. i don't know which side to drift towards. reality is shatter, and it is never mine, i have still to get a hang of this disappearing trick. hanging in between is even more painful than being or not being there. where is my earthing? where do i find my voice when i've already sacrificed my mouth to the breeze? should i let go of myself? should i sleep on the edge of the cliff tonight and roll over into an oblivion, into the sky. they see me but they don't know what i am, they see me but their eyes slip away. i am lost and i am insubstantial