i'm getting to the point where i don't have enough of me to catch everything.

i don't know what's happening. 

life is moving. constantly.

and i'm running behind.

in a trance of work, cultery, parties and people. 

i don't know how much longer i can continue.

i'm scared.

i'm scared i'm going to break again. 

i'm in a state where nothing seems real anymore.

a state of tiredness and exhaustion. 

and maybe, just maybe, none of this is real.

and at any second, 

i may wake, 

with tears streaming down

and the world a little brighter. 

the worst part is that i have everything i've been hoping for.