i wonder if i am consciously writing this or if it a product of my delerium. at what point does your brain stop working and your thoughts come straight from your soul onto the page?

sat here listening to one song on repeat. it would have sent me into a downward spiral, but at rock bottom there is nowhere else to go. ive crashed so far down im at the centre of the earth, smashed and scattered like a meteoride. buring in temperatures so hot they will change the essence of me and mark me forever.

i wish i was a better person and that zero was just a number for me rather than a way of life.