Lights Off & Someone's Home

I walk on the path of my self-destructive process of thinking, melancholia, sporadic emotions, ambition, joy, and faithfulness. All in a constant war, fighting for control over my mind. I struggle to keep up with just the after image of the past hour. Time passes me by as if I hold not a modicum of mass in boundless space. I barely have any childhood memories. I struggle to maintain control of my mind and body, and my consciousness is steadily eroding away, fading, until there's nothing left. I exist on the spectrum where I am a stranger to love because I have no one to come home to. and yet, I keep walking in hopes for something greater than this.