me-shaped void

sometimes i feel like i’m not really here.  i know that’s a strange thought.  to be honest, though, sometimes i wonder if there’s a me-shaped void roaming around because my brain has run off somewhere and my body hasn’t caught up yet.

i know full well that people can see me.  but i still wonder if they actually can.  this is rather tricky to explain or describe, and i’m doing a good job of neither.

is what people can see actually me?  the real, honest-to-goodness me?  how much of a person do you have to experience to really know him or her?

what i do i do because i think i would do it.  but would i, really?  how can i be sure i’m really who i think i am?