You Are Not Alone
Who? Who out there is like me? Who thinks as I think? Who knows what I know? Who does what I do? Who cares the way I care? No one. No one is like me, no one thinks as me, no one knows like me, no one does what I do like me, no one cares. I am alone....
Somewhere on the other side of the world....
Who? Who knows me? Who likes me? Who hates me? Who will do things I will? Who won't? The answer to all my questions are no. No one likes me, no one hates me. No one knows, no one cares. I'm alone in this crazy, confusing, yet fascinating world. Alone... By myself.... Secluded... Gone...
Back to the first person...
Wait! I have a feeling deep inside my body. A sense in the pit of my stomach, saying that I'm not alone. Someone else out there really does see the world as I see it; complicated, yet amusing. My mind tells me that I'm wrong, and there will never be a person such as myself. But my heart. My heart is the one who feels as though someone else has my thoughts, my feelings, my mind. Like a reflection... A shadow... A replica
To the second person...
What? What is this feeling I'm getting? Why do I feel as though someone has taken me, my life, my wonders? Why do I feel as though all my thoughts have been shipped away on a journey to another body, while at the same time still in my own? Maybe someone does think as I do. NO! Impossible! No one would ever be able to think as awkwardly and as deep as I do. No one. Or is there...