Saturday, November 27, 2010
drowning in the pools of other lives
Sometimes it's like other people's lives and pain negate my own existence. Suddenly my own story disappears in theirs, becomes less important. I absorb other people's emotions and stories. Where do mine go? They become hollow, disconnected, insignificant. It's a fading away while I'm sitting right here.
If no one can see my pain or sickness, then it doesn't exist. And that's just it. I don't exist.