Sometimes I feel like my soul is separating from my body and that's why I panic. That sounds bonkers. I know how it sounds. I have often felt like that in the last 18 months. Somehow, I feel like I exist in two dimensions. Overlapped and intersecting each other. Perhaps I have to make a choice of which one I belong in. Or which one feels most like home. Or which one wants me the most. Maybe I have gone crazy. I don't know anything about anything anymore. I'm trying so hard to stay. The hardest story to write, is the one of your own life. I don't think I am the one with the pen anymore.
I am hitchhiking on the road of life, trying to find meaning in the universe, while this cloud of melancholy rains on my parade