Last thing left to lose
- Tevyn Gill
- Apr 15, 2018
- 1 min read
17.11.17
There were times where I was almost certain that my existence ergonomically equated my absence. Moments where I was temporarily on a separate plane of existence, feeling far removed from my surroundings and by extension–or rather consequently–removing myself from those surrounding me.
Which condition arose as a result of the other, I can’t say. What I do know for sure is it wasn’t always this way.
Whether its a situation that should be rectified or not, I couldn’t determine either. I haven’t the slightest insight as to whether it is simply a sign of growth & enlightenment or a signal that I’m slowly drifting away, losing my shit…losing myself.
I don’t want to lose myself.
It’s about the last thing I’ve got left to lose.
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