“it may look to you like I’m just walking through your city with my head held high.

but in my head, i am not in your city.”

i’m atrocious and insignificant; sensitive and contradicting.

i want to do everything and nothing at the same time.

i want to read, i want to sleep.

i want to explore, i want to hibernate.

my mind is a labyrinth of paranoia. 

i myself am trying to journey through it,

i only hope at the end, i will find something beautiful.