there are moments where I feel like starting a new hobby or learning something new
but then this wave crashes over me leaving me wondering why, for what reason should I do this?
at times this imposter syndrome of mine gets too close, it's claws open ready to pounce on me at one display of weakness
who am I? what am I? why am I doing this? why am I not doing this? everything comes crashing
I don't know how to breathe without wondering what was the reason for my breath
can't i just breathe for the sake of breathing? does everything have to have a meaning? a purpose?















