lately, i see a flash of other people's everything how have they gotten here? what secrets to life do they hold? how do they see me? others' lives seem so discrete and present and the more i peer into their lives in my head the more comfort i get that i am not able to do the same for me because to define one's life is hard is it? every time i try to remind myself that i also lead a life i think about everything that i have not done the everythingness i see in others how can i feel safe in self-existence when there are so many things i have already missed and continue to miss i keep switching channels on the tv called life not really intending to stop at any channel it's easier this way than to stare at my face on a black mirror when i press the red button .°°· ° • . * • ·• .· ° ° .. ··✧ ☆✧° * ✧ . *. ✸. ° • ✦.·°✧ ° .• ★ ✸ °• * ✯ * * • °* · • . . ° . · ✧ ✧ ·★ ☆ * . * ° • ✵ ··· *· · ✯· ✸ . ✦ •* * · . . • * °.✷ • .✵ •° . ✧ * • °✷ · • • .• •* · . *.• * • ✸ . ° . ✸• • ✵ °.✯ * ✵ ✶· ✸ · °· .…
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