3 February 2013
This far in life you could say i've lost myself.
It doesn't make sense who i am - i can almost forget
who brought me here. the lies that it started with. A life that has sometimes
gone in half-wanted misguided directions. Nothing sticks.
I'd once hoped to change by changing my name from "who i am" to
"who i'm not" to "still stuck figuring myself out. but nothing stays, that doesn't
please society. Not my soul, not my thoughts - which are pieces of a younger me.
Who knows which one? I've gone far enough past hope, back across memory lane
which always ends with nonstalgia. this far in, nothing sticks.
Nothing Sticks • Opuss № I