Creation is breaking

Consume, consume, CONSUME

I do nothing but consume

What is the actual me, that is not influenced by everything I see?

How can I even express myself freely?

Am I sure this is who I am?

How should I know if I am faking it all?

Can anything be original and authentic any more?

Maybe there is no true me

I consume and copy everything I see

For as I am drowning in an undeniable state of mourning the loss of myself

Maybe there is no true self after all

For all I know there is no true way to be at all.