Lately, I've been feeling a bit odd.
I am struggling to relieve myself from something that I could only describe as a mimicked hangover that severely clouds my lucidity. My mind seems to bounce without hesitation to perhaps thousand of conclusions every day until it plummets into the ground and somehow finds its way and bounces up again.
I consider myself, among many other things, an empath. And I alone limit myself into believing this until it becomes both a feeling of liberation and oppression. There were times when I was gullible enough to imagine that in order for me to be valid, I had to self-inflict the word empathy on my skin. In this very moment, empathy just keeps me one step away from failing to recognize fundamental emotions from the unfiltered ones. The feeling of losing ones identity is at times almost palpable.
Nowadays, the energy that I allow to orbit around me is tainted. And though I already know it has a concise trajectory, for I have been down that rabbit hole many times, for reasons yet unknown to me I don't steer away and I let it be deliberately harmful. At times, it sticks on me like a humongous hickey that doesn't vanish in time, nor do I make an effort to conceal it very well.
We coexist even though the air around me smells like piss.
