There was a time where I was wise.
I was brilliant beyond my years.
It feels like that time has come to pass.
I feel like there's only an empty shell where my knowledge was.
Everything has become so large and confusing.
I feel like I'm walking through an endless forest.
There's ditches, traps, endless walls of branches.
My mind can't relax.
My heart isn't in my chest, it's in my hand.
Every time I breathe, I squeeze it tighter in my hand.
I'm the only person who can make it hurt this much.
My nails sever into it, and I just panic in my anxiety.
What do I do, where do I go?
I'm so lost and confused.
My mind is so alone, but my body is right here.
My heart is in my hands yet my body is walking away from my mind.
I feel so detached from physical reality.
I'm afraid of the future, but it's the past that creates this fear.
I know I have to move forward. I know my mind is there, somewhere.
But will I catch it?
I've been feeling more and more choked up as I walk forward.
Tears come at the most ignorant moments.
I find myself a wreck, and I keep wondering when I'll be put back together.
Will the bridging of this hiatus complete me?
Will it tear me into pieces?
There's too much mystery in my heart, my soul.
I'm a fragment of what I once was.