The impossible me. when you have tired all your able to and still left with answers that confuse you. days that conflict. hours that seem like days. a rush with no reason, a down that wont end. left feeling, well ok. not fixed nor broken, but something is missing. a burning question with no possible answer. looking within is gone, empty gaps that just stay still. a life with the slightest ripple changes everything. a dream i am chasing is long gone. its a fabrication of once who i was. the impossible me
