perfect disorder.

Things are running out of their track
and im living everything in disorder


eating disorder,
double cheese at 3 a.m.
sleeping disorder,
goodnight sleep at 4 a.m.
Autism Disorders, in short , social disorder,
always remind me of the person i once was.

and a coffee at lunch time.

why everything of me are running out of places?


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wait, things have never been in their own place in my life,
and that made me the person i am now.

how would i look like if everything is the other way round?


ah, im living in a perfect disorder.
and im keeping it.