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?
