It's like I'm a spectre of a human being; barely noticeable, only a faint cloud of an idea, but not corporeal. But maybe it's just me; delusions of diminutive proportions. But I don't know, and can't; I'm bound by this one stream of consciousness, my one only way of perceiving something that may or may not be reality. And because I can't ever trust anyone else's answer, I'm left to hang myself with this question which clings tightly around both my neck and my being.
The worst part of it is that it'll never actually kill me.
- M
