seconds & minutes & hours & days & weeks & months & years have passed
i feel the same , yet i feel completely different
almost as if the roots of my entirety are the same but the branches are much much different
i feel here & present & invisible & empty all at once
i stress over who i am supposed to become
afraid that i will never evolve into my very own Great Perhaps
but
what if this is it?
what if i'm never meant to be completed?
or what if i am completed yet i'm oblivious?
what if "completion" is an unreachable sham?
or what if these are all excuses?
i hope one day i'm still here to get hit with this inevitable realization
