"If you cut off a part of what that makes you, you. Does it still make you, you? Would you still be the very person that made you who you are without a part of you that was detached off you?"
I gave up on an ideology of the past that has made up a big part of what I used to believe in. It all seem like fantasy to me. Ever since then, it's ever hard to believe in it again. Have I become someone cold or do I struggle like the crippled, struggle to live like I've still had that part in me? Everything's like a big joke and a big lie. Words and reality don't seem to match. Am I looking at the right picture?
I don't know either.
