I’m beginning to know myself. I don’t exist.
I’m the gap between what I’d like to be and what others have made of me,
Or half this gap because there is also life…
That’s me. Period.
Turn off the light, shut the door, and get rid of the slipper noise in the hallway.
Leave me alone in my room with the vast peace of myself.
Its a shoddy universe.
Retreat into the vortex of mind or freedom from the demands of others: I don’t know, but the former is tempting while the latter comforting.