in between spaces that promise a sense of leisure in time are slowly being replaced by this uneasiness that refuses to bid adieu. it is becoming harder to put the pieces together and the fear is that in no time i will be standing at another milestone and i will cease to question. where is 'me' in all of this? i dont even feel like a spectator, i cant even come to comprehend all that i am a part of. i wonder if this is a process of detachment. maybe sometime in the future it will be easier to gain a perspective on things. maybe there is no meaning. maybe this is just a regrettable necessity i have to get over with. i just need to obliterate all that i'm a part of from my reality and learn to exist in my parallel universe.