I sometimes forget that I have feelings.
That I'm here
That I'm breathing
That I'm existing.
Instead it feels like I'm distant,
Quietly watching a movie.
Hearing people talk but not really.
But I'm not escaping to my own head.
I'm still there and not, yet,
Somewhere inbetween the world no one can see, but me and reality.
Momentaily forced back when I hear my name.
So foreign from their lips thought I'v known them for years.
