I Am Live
I am myself
And in myself, there is a world. It is a world that never was.
A world that could never be, a fabrication of the imagination.
It was Nothing and yet there was Something.
This World only had, has, one living there
A ghost that has become a shadow.
An abnormality. Me
Because the World could not, cannot be shared with Anybody
And
so
the
Abnormality
spoke
silently
to
itself
I talked to Nobody. Because Nobody was there. Nobody cared.
And because of that, Nobody answered that silence.
And from nothingness came Nobody, and there was one more abnormality who lived alongside me
And it became the World of Others. A cage, a haven, a shell, and a lie.
The lie that became the mask shown to the World. The Unknowing World. The Real World.
But there is a world within us all. A world were we accept our unknown selves.
A microcosm
But we cannot share it.
We are unable to share it.
It is impossible to share it.
And so we create the mask
To try anyways.
I look from out of the mask, waiting expectantly, but cannot be seen.
Nothing waits
Nothing speaks
Nothing is heard
And because of this is the truth
Nothing, above
all else
matters to me the most
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