Sometimes I forget that I’m part of this phenomenon you call life...

I know. I’m here...with you...

But at times, I tend to watch you as if I’m not

Like my reality is outside of yours, yet attached to it

Somewhat as a ghost...once being like you, now just observing you

Knowing what its like to be you & think the things you do

But not caring about those things for myself...just witnessing all the ways you happen to

A space in time when I chose not to exist in my own world...but remove myself from the world altogether

How does the world look when I’m not in it??

It looks like you

So I study you...maybe in ways I shouldn’t

Ways you may deem invasive

What gives me the right??

Maybe when I’m outside of the world, I’m above it

And feeling above anything answers the call to judgment

I don’t try to...I just am

I am...not here

Not for me at least

I am here for you

I am here because of you

You have become my world...

You & everything you do

Though I never get to see it all

You always remind me that I do, in fact, exist

Here, among you

This world I enter, I only encounter in moments

Until you drag me back into the responsibility of existing

I walk with you & sit in your midst

Gazing...listening...loathing...admiring...

...snapping, back to my own reality

The one where you don’t appear the same way

In my world, you are secondary

In my world, I am the center

Is that how it should feel??

That’s how you feel...when I’m in your world

I can tell...you don’t even notice me when I’m there

Maybe that’s why its so comforting

In my world, I have to exist

But somethimes I don’t want to

I don’t want my life to end...

But sometimes I don’t want it to matter to you

Or for it to be intertwined with yours

Sometimes I just don’t want to interact with you

Or want you to know that I’m here

Sometimes

...I just want to watch you...

What does that say about me??

About you??

I could make my assumptions...but they’d only come from what I’ve gathered in these two worlds

And maybe that isn’t enough

For us to know what it all means, maybe we need to be seen & analyzed by someone or something in a world outside of both

Maybe...if you give me enough time...

I can get there