process of getting life in order = overwhelming sometimes = drowning because = lines, varying ectoplasms of gray but if = head, level i, can say = won't crash & burn, fuckers!
it barely lasted a second and suddenly i'm killable again. i'm tugging at the knots but they just won't give. the splattered mess that is my head says this is a lost cause. and this is a lost cause, ain't it?
there's just something not real about me. i only exist inside my head.