Disquiet

I've felt incongruous all my life; even in the face of the highest things. Whereas I was able to adapt to all other things, even the lowest of them. So I created a dual personality for myself; both arms of this are equally wrong. That's why I can't find myself. Behind the witty person who gets along relatively well with others, I'm the dead artist. When I see what I want to be, what I fully believe I can be; and when I observe what I'm today, an endless anxiety is desperately swarming over me.