What does this look like in my life.
It is the theme of what my world has been. It is how I only know to live.
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t.
Always suspecting if anyone is present enough to really care.
I see the world outside of me and I don’t really know if its real.
Being alone for a lifetime creates a world within itself, for as time eclipses the moment, and your alone in that moment, there is nothing outside of you…so there is no reality out there, no world according to the ego.
I’ve known this since I was very young. I can still feel it within my memories, how my soul began to prepare me as a child for this world within my mind, for that feeling of floating thru nothingness, no one attached to my being and as I’ve grown older I’ve had to find my sanity in not being attached to theirs. Alone.