Ones self

I feel the cold settling within my soul, my blood starts to trickle as I lose control. Days turn to nights, nights turn to fear, we trust no one as the mind is confused on what we hear. Breathe, my mind screams behind the skin, run my nerves tell their limbs. Do we ever trust what’s not confirmed true, do we allow the uncomfortable to be the new normal, do we change from casual to formal just to fit in? Process the words that you see, trust the voice that is inside, believe for today is not yesterday and tomorrow is not today.