irrational

although I am all and all is in me I don't feel like one
although i know i am hopeless I create hope
although i know that none needs me i create their needs for me
although i am one and indivisible i create million words out of nothing
(me)
although I know i can't avoid any I try my best to avoid may if not all
although i know it is impossible to escape now and there is no other time or space co-ordinate I plan to escape now

I am diseased and writing/expressing is not its cure