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I wish for some harmony between

the person I want to be and the one I should be

or the person I am and the one who I see myself as.

I am slowly losing my identity and dissolving

into everything around me that isn’t me.

Can you come visit me here?

Remind me who you remember me to be.

And I don’t need support or an anchor

and I promise to not hold on to you

or drag you down with me

but Yu, I want to see you some time.

It is as if of all the people who have happened to me yet

I can only remember you.

The moments spent with you are the only ones that aren’t hazy.

I want to scold myself for this,

for the feelings that are imposing on me,

uninvited, unveiled, unnerving.

I am certain that if I will myself to be okay

I can be okay some day;

Can you ask me how I am?