each moment contains its own complicated theory. i don't trust my own mind, my own perspective. so i assume the perspective of another. decide on what their thinking. because i don't feel i know enough myself. i feel naive. and stupid. and uninteresting. boring. and wrong. thats the most important one- i feel wrong. like my step isn't on beat and my voice is a little flat and the room is a little too hot and my zits are protruding and there's dirt under my nails. so i climb into another skin and see out their perfectly round, greenish-brownish eyeballs and make it up as i go.
its my own little show inside my own little head.
and its all wrong.