rush of identities

I can't remember feeling little, and I'm in desperate need of a label, a definition beyond my name, the years I've lived or gender. a discussion- with whoever I was in the moment- about the not knowing how to exist without observing the fact that I do. And obsessing over it, my own existence- call it narcissism, call it pathetic, call it sleep deprivation. ▪︎follow me on Instagram @updatedwupasana , @ghostofwillow , cover art by Pragati BS Instagram- @pragatibs_