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perzephone
I feel like a ghost.
Sometimes I don't feel like I'm here, but I don't feel like I'm anywhere else, either. When people talk about other people that are always there for them, I wonder what it's like to be that person. Someone who is always there for other people. Most of the time, I'm not even there for myself.
The stars frighten me when I (yes, I said I wouldn't use it anymore, but in this case it's the only word I know) really start thinking about them. Deep contemplation of the stars and I feel even less here than normal. I don't belong where the stars can see you, watching down. Some people are comforted by thoughts that the stars watch over them. I just feel like a bug pinned to a white card, a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming Universe.
It doesn't help that when I leave my body I can't leave the house.
Sometimes I don't feel like I'm here, but I don't feel like I'm anywhere else, either. When people talk about other people that are always there for them, I wonder what it's like to be that person. Someone who is always there for other people. Most of the time, I'm not even there for myself.
The stars frighten me when I (yes, I said I wouldn't use it anymore, but in this case it's the only word I know) really start thinking about them. Deep contemplation of the stars and I feel even less here than normal. I don't belong where the stars can see you, watching down. Some people are comforted by thoughts that the stars watch over them. I just feel like a bug pinned to a white card, a rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming Universe.
It doesn't help that when I leave my body I can't leave the house.
