Where is my mind?

My book (as promised to myself)

Is this my life?

So desperately clinging to the people around you

Too consumed in them

You forget yourself

For what?

The words blur and i cannot reach myself

I want to close my eyes but I'm scared

The totality of my discomfort

The discomfort with rest

Daily i wake early and leave late

But at work i rush to leave

Every place i simply rush from one place to another

I never get to know any place

I never contemplate my existence in this place

My words grow silent and meaningless

This place is so new

So beautiful

Facing my demons alone

You'll find that sometimes demons have angelic qualities

Look for my strength

I cry for help

Faces blur but not everyone

My fingers glow as i type and i lose myself

Spiritually doom scrolling

I need control of every moment

This book ju