Getting used to not recognizing anything around me. Anywhere i am. When life decomes a blur you start forgetting... chipping. feeling at home with the familiar. grounded in habit.... Old habits still remind me. old habits are like photos of myself.

and i wish i had a photo of myself that i could check with now and then... are parts of me disappearing, reappearing where others used to be. was this even ever a part of me or is this your world i'm trying to fit into