i do not think,
everything around me
feels suffocating.
my brain feels soft,
wet and sloppy, a soggy mess.
i am no longer my own person,
i am defined by
every little
click clack of my keyboard.
my online persona
is no longer just a persona,
it's who i am.
i have no sense of identity
outside of the
world wide web—
and yet, i still feel like an individual
because i am suffocating
under the weight of
loneliness.
YOU ARE READING
READ MY MIND
Poetry🗯️ poetry trigger warning "I CONFUSE YOU WITH MY WORDS SO YOU'LL NEVER FIGURE ME OUT" title from read my mind by turnover crossposted to ao3 started [03/04/21] ended [ongoing] astralresident © 2021