and there i was

disconnected

from all that i knew.

at least from all that i thought i had known.

a strange feeling had overcome me, a tingling hot rush of pressure had overcome me.

i had no knowledge of who i was.

things tend to drift when you are unsure of your own existence.

where was i to be, who was i to be.

but all that did not matter, for all of us... just survive.

the ups, the downs, of the day to day all too mundane.

i had understood this after my separation from the Corps. but still, i did not feel complete. the things i wanted in my youth and the things i strive for; now differ.

nevertheless, things change i guess. what is there to be done when i is so small.

as i venture on, my existence becomes meaningless.

for the most part, the person that i thought i was is no longer there.

the things i wanted and the things i strived for are not there.

who i am, what am i, why am i?

the raindrops fall on my face, and the wind kisses me, there was a time that all i wanted was my love's kisses on me, but things change more importantly... i have changed.

what kind of world am i in?

what kind of place is this?

i did not understand how they could be the way they were.

i tried my best to find others that were in my shape, but that resulted in failure.

could continue on alone. alone, a word all too familiar.

nonetheless a comfort i found myself in.

things jump unexpectedly from here,

as i dislike communicating with most humans.

but what can be done when surrounded by them.

here it lays, my biggest fear:

being vulnerable.

by: gustavo ángel