Nobody’s perfect. Most know this phrase. Few truly understand it.
Not even sure where forward was anymore,
Not without a sense of direction
The mirages had disoriented him.
at this point his legs moved on their own accord,
anything just to keep moving.
he would eventually get somewhere,
and get a helping hand
or lose himself even more
and drown in this sea of sand.
Realise the difference between being the center of attraction and being the center of attention.
Its like the world is ready for me but I am not ready for the world… that’s what it feels like.