Saturday, August 22, 2015

Outside

Disassociation.

I'm piloting a body, one I am not really impressed with, around this earth, not even understanding my purpose, attempting to act with kindness and as much honesty as possible, to myself and with others, and I am only an observer.

An observer of self—watching as I speak to other people, the little boy who was once Gary watching the man who people think is Gary now, never sure of what I am doing, or how what I do will end, or wondering how the boy that I was became the man confused by the trip and by the destination.

Disassociation.
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