I looked for a friend, I found him in me. I lived in a world that breathed through me. I looked for myself and suddenly, the world seemed too big.
Perspectives betray convictions as my world widens, one person at a time. I walked through words and intentions and neither made any sense. In the eyes of people, is an abyss into which I fix my gaze and it didn’t seem to look back at me. I don’t even know what monsters are anymore.
The wanderer sits in his room, scared to venture into the wild. The world began to shrink as people got to know each other. There’s no place to go for the vagabond, whatever’s left is plagued by deception. Wilderness isn’t in the woods either, I’m afraid. We chose to ignore the fact that we’re animals because animals don’t classify us as humans.
I stopped looking for myself because I don’t exist. Existence lies in belief, belief draws power from convictions and convictions shape perceptions.
I refuse to believe in this existence.
I welcome denial.