facing everythingness
lately, i see a flash of other people's everything
how have they gotten here?
what secrets to life do they hold?
how do they see me?
others' lives seem so discrete
and present
and
the more i peer into their lives in my head
the more comfort i get
that i am not able to do the same for me
because to define one's life is hard
why is it so hard?
every time i try to remind myself that i also lead a life
i think about everything that i have not done
the everythingness i see in others
how can i feel safe in self-existence
when there are so many things i have already missed
and continue to miss
i keep switching channels on the tv called life
not really intending to stop at any channel
it's easier this way
than to stare at my face
on a black mirror
when i press the red button
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