[altschmerz]

weariness of the same old, same old

I’m not certain when my flaws will stop introducing themselves before I get the chance to

protect myself from the inevitability of something I like to call ‘strainer syndrome’

These insecurities have been gnawing on me for years, you’d think I would be gone by now

. . . . . . . . . .

But here I am, clearly here, present and accounted for

I have a fear of being forgotten,

as if I could be easily sifted through your mind like flour, culminating in a cloud of dust and gone to the eye forevermore, dissipating into the air until there is no longer a trace of me

but I’m not leaving that easily