Journey
Journey
This is the note
Word for word
And I know it's word for word
because I wrote it several times
reading it, re reading it
I'd write it, delete it, write it, edit it,
and delete it again
But why was I writing it to begin with?
I asked myself that question every time
Why was I writing this note?
It was a lie. I hadn't been thinking about it. Not really. Not in detail.
The thought would come into my head and I'd push it away.
But I pushed it away a lot
the fear lived deep for a couple
its coming back in different forms
the nausea, the disillusionment
the insecurity, the silence, the loathing
its madness , its obsession
and the strength is fading ..