This is the time when I contemplate the past and worry of the future. In looking around me, I reach for the world, and I want to ask, “Why did you make me the way I am, World?”

Then, I realize there was only ever me, and the World surrounded me, but I was the one who created myself.

I look inside, and think of all the things I do. I look around to the World, and I wonder to myself. “Why do you make me the way I am when the World is that way, Me?”

I know how there was only ever me, and in knowing full well the truth, I start to ask myself, “Why am I the way I am?”

I grow bitter. Cold. And start to hate. There’s nothing in the world for me. There’s nowhere left for me to go. There’s nothing left for me to. And only me to wonder of me.

Then, I realize, there was only ever me.

Then, I realize, there is only me, only me who can open the door. The door which leads to the world.

And only I, only me, do stare at my own door, afraid to turn the key.

Tags: confusion, loneliness, myself, spur of the moment

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