W.T.F.
It's so unnerving, how things can so easily be turned on it's head.
I'm on the brink, just a few millimetres away, of a metamorphosis in my life right now.
My life is constantly changing, receding, growing, remaining stagnant; With no reason or rhyme.
Time, energy, and drive is at an all time low in this moment. I know not what to do.
An incubus has formed, feeding off the memories of the past and manifesting itself continuously in the present.
It's ugly face laughing with gleeful menace.
It's all beyond my control, all I can do is ebb and flow with its currents; Negative and positive.
I'm drifting into unknown territory, my senses my only known defenses.
I command myself to fight, tooth and nail, for myself.
I will survive.
I'm on the brink, just a few millimetres away, of a metamorphosis in my life right now.
My life is constantly changing, receding, growing, remaining stagnant; With no reason or rhyme.
Time, energy, and drive is at an all time low in this moment. I know not what to do.
An incubus has formed, feeding off the memories of the past and manifesting itself continuously in the present.
It's ugly face laughing with gleeful menace.
It's all beyond my control, all I can do is ebb and flow with its currents; Negative and positive.
I'm drifting into unknown territory, my senses my only known defenses.
I command myself to fight, tooth and nail, for myself.
I will survive.