Lost words in the air. Even between the sense of having been here. .. of feeling this before... of being me... of faiding into the nothingness that is observing the future or the past. Perhaps a broken brain, a distorted perception of time, that detains me from going and being something, anything.

Is there something broke with me? Something subtle like a missing bolt. An emptyness spilling over all other fulled holes. What is this dream... what is this life...

I feel broken.