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.


  1. I suppose the problem most people have is not about not existing, it's about not living. To be alive and yet as good as dead at the same time. But you do exist, even if I don't know who you are beyond the slivers of your life you choose to share. We all exist by default, but to live is a choice.

    You deserve the opportunity to voice our your pain and emotions, and I hope being on blogger helps a little towards catharsis.


  2. it does help, and your words do too <3