WTF does that even mean? I’m moving accordingly, I’ve been living as normally as I can. But without being able to decompress and also feeling restricted, that’s a combination that creates a stir of emotions. Are we alone together? Because this Power Trip makes me feel more alone, and when we’re together I must wear a mask to appear strong. You are my weakness, can you not see?! It’s borderline humiliating. I want more for myself so I rather be alone. But together feels so right. You are my escape and yet you are an illusion. All of this confusion causes delusion. This is a poetic injustice. How can I break this before I’m broken?
J. Mills
J. Mills The Artist 