But Now Through the Looking Glass

everything has become nothing; nothing has become everything. i am all too happy to rid myself of yesterday- it's tomorrow that has me unaffirmed. i've spent the majority of my cognative years dreaming about, hoping, and planning for the future. but now?... now i'm amiss- void and exhausted from a lifetime of constant excorcision. i dream i'm dreaming that i'm having a flashback. i feel like i left and just haven't come back yet. somewhere, squeezed between myself and my identity is my dignity. or have i lost it? or have i lost my mind? vapours are insignificant unless this is the butterfly effect. the network of human lives, as it progresses seamlessly, is extravagant enough to quell all demons. i am overcome with emotion.