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A short description of my perspective |
| I am here, yet I am not really. I meet your gaze, I smile, I ask how your day was. Despite this there is a profound level of confusion; a primordial lack of understanding of that which makes us the same, a lack of response as if I am frozen outside of life as you know it. I know I breathe, think, act, but I do not know why your lunch mattered to you or why you need to perform well or feel well. I wear the mask of your kin yet inside me there is a total coldness and a hidden gaze that opens only into an abyss. My parents were normal, like everyone else, my friends were normal, like everyone else. They radiate with life, I mimic them. My world does not move and it does not change. Sometimes I wish to share my own perspective, if only to know why it differs, yet I cannot, my very words simply do not make sense to you. If you can love, believe, regret, evolve, connect, you are lucky; you have a gift inside you. I will still be outside in the cold winter night, watching in, still confused, still cold, always knowing I cannot change what lies underneath my gaze, always a thing that breathes and thinks. |
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