CONTAINING MYSELF IS HARDER SAID THEN done.

Sustaining myself through substances imbibed through a suspicious supply, and I can't help not hiding myself, when things come to light and don't harbor honest life. It's times like these where I lose sight of what was once night, and now day has become a situational paradigm. Following my footsteps to retrace where i've been and what I did when I lost my mind, when unilateral observations became my compass point. I wander without knowing up from down, and when my ears will hear the pattern in sound. And when I had a chance to stop and see, it was I that was departing from me. And I'll acknowledge the perception of duality of everything that's been embarked.