humans

you meet somebody and they instantly grab you, with all of their ways, their mannerisms and their features right from the top of their heads to the nape of their necks. i need someone to grab me.

identity

or no identity?

Going forward in going back

Nothing makes sense. I'm trying, but somehow my thoughts end up trapped. As I inhale my thoughts exhale and unravel around me. I don't know what to do but i'll find a way.

Hello

I'm going to do this. I'm going to create something. X