Today I realised, I have become the person I once was so proud not to be. I cannot put it into words. I find myself blabering: How come? Am I real?

5 words, 7 floods 3 fast breaths to pull water in my lungs.

webs of questions, and thoughts, and wishes. no rules. performance art. testing my limits. writing from the bottom. taking myself to the edge of existence, shoving me off to the unknown. welcome.