i can’t listen to shame as often as i want cause when i do you start to flood my head and i start to lose my footing. where am i? where are you? how does it feel? why can’t i feel anything? i can feel you. i cant feel you. i feel myself. wait that’s not me. am i you? are you me? when did we switch? how did we switch? are you still even in here? is it just me? when did you leave? am i glad you’re gone? you showed me everything i didn’t want to see. how can i look away?