It's the rain? The winter? The cold speaking?
It's me or the outside?
Should I blame my fucking temper?
My twisted way of existing? My biochemical instability?
Why do I feel this way?
Like nothing else matters. Like if I were lost, doing missteps everywhere I go.
It must be the weather... It must.
Otherwise, I do not know how to fix this. This fucking circularity.
I cannot breathe.
I can't see further of the limits of my own body.
I'm going to burst in any minute.
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