i did not know what i did will lead me into this kind of situation.
well, no, not that kind of distressing-ones situation.
despite of what i wrote like saying it is,
the truth is i feel empty
i do not know who i am-what i want-what am i doing-sort of things. it feels like i am drowning in my self-unconscious. i do really think that i should just draw again or maybe write--but i could not.
the pieces which was filling the deep hole won't put together on its own and i know it.
compiling it all again makes me scared. but i am triggered.
not now, not ever
i will put it all up at someone's anymore.
and do not mind
because i am just a psychedelic silhouette--
a lifeless face
that you will soon forget.
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