Silverfish

The Answer

I feel a painful disconnect inside of myself.

It's a heavy, restless lament.

A constant flickering thought, slowly melting my mind.

It burns and blisters everything else around me, taking it's terrible time destroying and pulling apart.

Beyond that, however, I am just fine.

I ignore this impossible, perpetual disease and press forwards, past all of the suffering.

It's easier, that way I can still enjoy the world.

Not the people, because of course that was where the very problem engendered–in that dark place.

But the quiet, yes, the individuality of the Earth blinds me from the pain.

My family surrounds me with their attention and dedication as well, so as the others' neglect isn't quiet as unbearable.

So this is what it's like, if you can imagine.

But perhaps you can–perhaps it's like this for everyone.

And I can only hope that, if that is the case, you'll follow me into that light place.

That blinding, wonderful place.

So we can be free.

Free from each other.

Together, disconnected.