The Chill Of What I Won't Feel

I Look At Myself But I'm Missing. I Know Myself: It’s Not Me.

Everything Around Me Is Evaporating. My Whole Life, My Memories, My Imagination And Its Contents, My Personality - It's All Evaporating. I Continuously Feel That I Was Someone Else, That I Felt Something Else, That I Thought Something Else. What I'm Attending Here Is A Show With Another Set. And The Show I'm Attending Is Myself.

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!

The Value Of Things Is Not The Time They Last, But The Intensity With Which They Occur. That Is Why There Are Unforgettable Moments And Unique People!

But Do We Really Live? To Live Without Knowing What Life Is - Is That Living?