Will you catch me?
if i slip and fall,will you catch me?
what if there's nothing to catch?
what if my body is fully hollow and the only thing that remains is the very thing we are inhaling.
a simple breath... perhaps my blessing and my curse
whos to say i don't enjoy filling people's hearts with joy while mine is filled with misery.
perhaps i don't want to exist or perhaps i wish others didn't exist in my life.
that remark is and forever will remain unknown. my mind stays between a fantasy and reality...
but its not what you expect. The simple aspect of expecting something is false and untrue.
not because you never expected it, but because nothing is ever what it seems.