What does really matter when my worldview can be shattered by a single thought?
i think i'd rather not know why i always dig so deep until my roots can be thrown out. i'd rather be normal, i might be- i'd rather be able to accept normalcy to fit in, to not mind even if it made me hate who i'd be. what did i expect? to find a crumb of happiness, for meaning to sprout? i'm worthy of it but always searching at abandoned places, unlit roads. i won't hold onto anything, am i wrong? i am a child that shapes the mould to not fit to break dreams to kill hope. written and published 2026-07-02