I live and breathe and look
I live and breathe and look I live and breathe and look around me, but especially within myself. Whirlpools of life flood my feelings in all directions. I live and breathe in everything, but not in my own. I adapt to every moment in order to survive life from day to day. For love, I chain myself in behaviour where I get lost for so long that I think I am the one. And sometimes I wake up, and it's like I'm looking at myself from the outside and I don't recognize myself. I look at myself like a stranger and then deny again and continue. But it is all-encompassing because it is not just love that binds me in some kind of puppet. The people around me who I see as family to those who are labelled as a friend. I accept the life they live and the thoughts they share with a smile. But often it is the smile that grows into everything like an illusion, because we learn from an early age to be anything but ourselves. Because without family or friends one cannot progress. Better than a