I float through experiences like I am unto myself a ghost. To others, I am there – I am in it. In myself, I am out of it. I am alone. Not just alone – afloat. I exist in a different dimension, I think. On another plane of existence.
When I sink into my body, I jump out of my skin. When I examine my arms, hands, legs, even my face in a mirror, I am outside myself. I have abandoned myself. I am alone, without even myself, alone.
This feeling, it hosts a darkness – A floor dropping from beneath the feet feeling – A face peering through a darkened window feeling – A whisper in your ear when you’re alone, alone feeling –
It lingers and is fleeting, dancing like a flame that never burns out.
I laugh, I joke, I play the role –
But I am alone, alone.