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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