Uneasiness
This non-descriptive state
where you truly believe you might be crazy
Nothing substantial
Not one single hint
Something to prove yourself wrong
Invisible toxic atoms everywhere
Infecting all your organs
Slowly but surely
You know you’re gonna faint sooner or later
“Everything’s fine; It’s nothing; Don’t you worry; Don’t stress;”
Are you fuckin’ kidding me?
Can’t you see I’m dying?
And why the hell can you still breathe normally?
Am I going mad?
The sense of self-validation
The “It’s ok”
sucked by the stratosphere
No proof of anything
It’s impossible
Only visible things matter
Only visible things are meaningful

















