A Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
I have a disease. All these thoughts. Are my worst nightmare. Which literally makes me debate my own existence.
I've almost died 2 times I bounced back, like my game went into reset. It becomes exhausting living on this planet. To live this life. To live this lie.
I have a disease.
Its not the blood on the outside layer of my brain. Its the function inside of my brain I have always known. Impulse. Disgust.
And somehow I've come to terms of not knowing what this is. I find hiding this channels me to sound normal. But lets face it. Theres always the anxiety of everything that comes out of my mouth.
I want to speak. But i know if i open up my mind. My brain will be closed for business.
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