How to find yourself (without overthinking)

                                           
                                             Life got you chewed up like a blender, huh? 

Your eyes are sharp… sharp enough to be pierced by your own reflection.

 You analyze ever corner of your body… even your nostrils!

We’re all gross, nobody wants to admit it. 

Anywho, your kinda agitated because you scanned your whole soul and still have no clue who I am.

Does this sound familiar to you? Or am I speaking in coded language that’s embedded in me for myself and I only?

The Origin:

You must go deep into the files of your memories. 

A time where things were simple and bubble baths entertained you. 

Those were the times where you didn’t think twice, thrice, or quadruple times over life. 

In a way, the more knowledge we gained... it corrupted our innocent mind. 

Going to the source is most important. 

Wanna hear a secret?

Memories sneaks through the back door of your mind.

Although the important ones… you grip the door handle and thrash it shut.

Before the slippery bandit has a chance to walk. 

Memories are kept for a reason. 

Replaying oddly frequent in your mind NOT because it wants attention. 

No of course not, this is something else… it’s bonded with you. 

The Great Canon Event:

Your face and concrete been getting a little touchy lately… 

Been cheek to cheek a few times and Aw look… somebody’s got a little crush.

Once life becomes fond of you… it begs for your decaying skeleton. 

Too bad you’re a resilient little cockroach that keeps evolving. 

Face planted so swift, a trail of drool takes abnormally long to splat your face!

These are times you just gotta persevere, simple.

Just don’t get squashed.