Let me drift, just at least through the next few weeks, without any clarity, existing free of consciousness to be sure of why I'm doubtful and try to move on.
I'll abandon my options and give myself to moments of a scene that I created while off wandering inside myself.
I wish I could believe it but I know that it's not real. The sounds of the voices that haunt my sleep are changing a part of me and their only interest is need for an author but I don't know if I want that.
If I could reshape myself and lack what I fear the most would I be more honest, regain motivation, and just learn to let things go?
I'm done with holding onto the ones that I barely know and I recognize my progress but I just need to feel at home.
Please tell my why I can't be strong anymore. It would be nice to live without the need to be conscious of every word I speak aloud but most times I'd rather just not speak at all.