paranoidandroidsiswhatweare
I can tolerate a lot, even the uninvited. I can beat back the minions of dishevelled insecurities; yet, this remains, this wonder, this contemplation . . .
. . . is there someone Else?
It shouldn't matter. I don't aim to be the first. I don't aim to be put above the world. I aim for the exact opposite. No matter if you love another. No matter if I am forgotten for the past. No matter if the general public want things a certain way.
Paranoia of egotistical insecurity.
It makes each breath all the heavier, when usually it wouldn't even exist. It makes each moment all the emptier, because I now have to accept a future loss, take it on the chin, before the sun rises above her shores . . .