Sometimes, I overwhelm myself, well I mean most days.
I can overwhelm my self with uncertainty
Of myself
Of my future
Of my life &
Of my past
But the feeling of being overwhelmed that gets to me the most, is when I start to think of the past, or even the present
How I will never get to live it over, live this over
I choke on memories
They drown me, not because of their individual nature
But because the nature of time itself.
It kills.
