I don't remember when or how I got so lost. I'm so lost from myself. Furthermore, I hate not being able to sleep whenever, and I can't stand not being able to dream.
Is it true that the best years are now gone? Have I buried the best of myself in these last months? I'm afraid I won't be able to access my feelings again. I'm so afraid that I can't embrace reality and facts like I always did. Or at least, I always tried to. I'm afraid that from now on, I'll have to start thinking about myself in a language I barely understand.
The lines between you and me are blurring. They want to be torn down.
In this state, at this stage, I wake up and think, “That was just a nightmare from yesterday”.
