a letter to my concious self. wait, does that mean i'm not real?
are you ever just standing about doing nothing in particular when you start to realise the spirals you're in? what seems normal to you might not be, it occurs to you. is this what they call crazy? you wouldn't know, because these spirals are all you've ever known. the hallucinations and starving yourself is you know. but those habits kicked in not too long ago. what difference does it make? you can't remember anything past yesterday anyway. you might just be crazy, but you'd have to know what crazy is to know. and if you're all you know, crazy is nothing. you're nothing.
sincerely,
whatever in good fuck you call me. most probably refer to me as the demons in your head.
not you.
you know me by the face in your mirror.
YOU ARE READING
As They Come
De Todowords as they flow, stories as they come. nothing i think too hard about when writing, but they're the things i think too hard about to begin with.
