SCHIZOphrenia

life just seems to hard for me.

I hold on to things way to tightly. I have so much passion for too many things. I have this

sense of loyalty and obligation that literally can choke me at times. Other times I have an

unreal sense of detachment and freedom. Night and day.
 

Diversity bordering on schizophrenia.

Nirvana during holocaust.

Hokum?

 
I hope not!

Well, actually, I am pretty sure, I just get frustrated.

Trying to communicate to you, the inside of me is so difficult.

I would love to be transparent.

Would you love me if I was?

Don’t answer too quickly, I might sense insincerity.

 
You see, I would love to know you.

Every thought, every moment that makes you so wonderfully you.

Every moment.

Every thought.

Every experience.

Would you want me to know?

Would I still love you?

Hokum!