These aren’t my words … that’s what it feels like. I’m not saying these things. It’s my distance saying them. It’s the faraway that’s speaking. And it’s speaking of being faraway.
If I had a baby, would I be feel so faraway? If I had a child? Would that bring me into reality? Would I be fully real then? Would I actually live in the world? Maybe I wouldn’t be faraway anymore.
Work in Progress 