Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

I’d love to try to tame you... And I would simply adore it if you turn out untamable –

My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.

And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles...