it's days like these

when i forget who i am becoming.

and somehow, some way, it doesn't even phase me.
not the least bit.

no mask, bring on the sun.
count the freckles, as they arrive.

i don't know who you are.
where is the freedom here?
what are we all searching for, for so long?
where has it all gone?
there is no love here.
these streets are filthy and disgusting.
they make me fucking sick.
i don't know who i am.
i don't know who i am becoming.
where am i?
don't you ever come back to me.
i will never love you again.