With Discontent, We Disconnect.

What I was a second ago, doesn't align with what I am now. I wouldn't want the same things tomorrow. I want a new name, a new face, a new identity with every passing second.

I wish I was whole, but every single cell in me is unhinged. I feel the hurt deep in my bones as I try to pull myself together and be more coherent. I continue to fall apart with no sense of identity or belonging.

Please let me float away.