REALITY?: Lost in Space

I sit on the kitchen doorstep in a dark garage, sucking on a phoney cigarette.  I’m aware of where I am in the blackness and know I am not a part of it.  I stand, no longer having body contact except through the soles of my slippered feet.  With eyes closed to blacker still I could be anywhere.  I’m very much aware of the boundaries of my self, though I cannot see them.  I am separate from the dark, the setting, the world around me and feel alien to it.  Not belonging.

The funny part is that I can feel this way in daylight too.

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3 Responses to REALITY?: Lost in Space

  1. Anne says:

    Just every odd once in a while, i have this odd feeling you are me. Just with better words.

  2. Mark says:

    Maybe the cigarette was the only real thing?

  3. susan says:

    Anne, I think your own way of putting things is so much better than my own roundabout words. You–and I know if anyone is much like me, you would be the one–would stand in the dark and say “WTF?”

    Mark, if that’s true, that I’m in deeper than I thought.

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