In my mind I'm alone n gathering thoughts that need not be held. Telling self to let go for hearts jus not felt. Crippling my mindset is an entity taking up valuable time. N for the life of me I don't recall why I even died. Living has become a wait that doesn't make any fuckin sense. Everything that lingers beneath the surface is past tense. N I can't get with it to see anything that might come correct. As I know the real is in here that I continuously inspect. There's no excuse for the mangled chips on my hearts calling. I have every piece n as of yet, I'm stalling. Stuck on stupid wondering where I belong. This shit has me rubbed raw. So from here on out I'm dropping the dead weight. For my own person fuck sakes...