I seem to deposit parts of myself in places with an inability to reconcile them together. It’s as if in my mind, if I ransack one place on a destructive trip, I still have parts of myself elsewhere. Or even if I wish to delete parts of myself.
I don’t even think they’re actually parts of me. There is no me. They’e the remnants, stains and ideas of who I could have been, who I have been or even who I want to be.
I can’t place my all in one place purely because there is no all.
Just a vast gaping nothing.