She's your everlasting.
I think I've missed you. I feel like I've been floating into nothingness the past few weeks since exams ended. Reality is a wave of nausea after sublimation after god-knows-what. I need an anchor somewhere, somehow. But this anchor shouldn't be hooked onto the ground but one that moves freely. You see, then I can be attached onto it but then enjoy a certain special everlasting freedom and continuity. I hate this feeling of being different; being different from you, of you and with you. It's a karma drama and you know I don't believe in that shit. I'm tired of running away from who I really am. Commitments and responsibilities should be stashed away in the plastic bag marked recycled. Why do I tie myself to things I don't want or need? Secretly I know the answer to that stupendous and sometimes irritating question, but I refuse to acknowledge it's existence lest I give way to the insanity gnawing at me. Inside, are we really all out of our minds?