Afloat
A sense of stability.…I am fluctuating between one and other reality. The communication is getting lost in translation.
I have been thinking. Reminiscing.I feel like I had to memorized each one of your stories in order not to feel marginalized in your life.
I have gotten used to camouflaging destruction with pleasure. I have been trying to progress to stop falling into pieces.
I'm still over fantasizing in my memories and hiding tears, calling them longing.
Just when I thought I was over it, I blinked.
I can't help it.
I keep floating hopelessly while i am holding on to facts that will never change.
Your world is what you make of it.
