I Am Not Myself

I am not myself…

My outter exterior remains the same, business as usual, all caring winks and humorous smirks…

But, the interior..

Something feels different, something is off…

Time traveling down subconscious lane, writing out the dreams and nightmares, this next book might actually be the death of me or drive me insane…

My mind is being torn in seven different directions. My only goal is to refrain from spiraling down…

The dreams of You stopped, at least I thought, then out of left field, You once again appeared…

I tell myself that love and I will never be, this seems to cause a weird side effect…

My heart pounds oddly hard, two or three times fast…this freaks me out…then a dream of You…

All I want is to focus on work and life…cut love out like a dead rose…

It won’t allow me to, apparently…

Something is off inside and I don’t know how to make it stop…

I am not myself.

Threw my wishes in a fountain
Deep down under where I found them
Don’t let go, I’ll probably drown in them
Three, two, one, but who’s counting ’em?…” -Blink 182

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