I find pieces of you in every song I listen to. In requiems and spoken word poetry. It as if someone or something has drilled a hole inside of my head. Its saying all the words my heart and head wants to say. I am opening up once again on display at your own convenience. Of course naturally you are the one for me, for the time being. I live in a world of fantasy so please keep your reality away from me. I am almost about pleasure and happiness so who cares what or how I get it in the process. I cannot drown my demons my darling they know how to swim.
My value doesn't decrease just because there is someone who doesn't see my worth. I trust and love myself too much to leave myself behind again. Some call it being self centered. I call it not being self centered enough. What even is self? How do I know I am not just some weird projection or a variety of a randomized combinations of false memories and learned behaviors, habits, traits from other people I have interacted with at surface level. Could there be better versions of me out there? And am I ever gonna meet them in this lifetime? Will this timeline merge