So full of emotions I’m emotionless.

Bereft of all courtesy and openness.

Blinded by the blight of the unreachable crest, of success, from years of inhaling the changing breaths in this mess, of nest that I called home for so long. 

If ignorance is bliss, then I guess knowing yourself…

Is true fear…at least to me

It is.

There is nothing is like to do more than disappear. Maybe cease to

EXIST

It’s hard to wake up when you know the sun rose just like you knew it would.

Maybe it would be easier if it was evident that my motives are interpreted poorly.