original date of publication: unknown, prior to 2020
Have you ever watched the world pass you by from behind a pane of glass?
The shapes and colours and voices and names, they're all there, but you're not a part of them. It seems a lot of the time that the glass is one way, that you can't be seen behind it. You speak and you're there but you don't leave an impression, there's no shadow, there's nothing to prove you were ever there once you're gone. There's a image that looks like you're in it but you don't feel your presence there, you don't really know if it matters.
I sit alone on a swing in the dusk and I feel more alive than I do in a group of friends.
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Assorted Poetry
PoetryI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
