I once lived in a town where everyone was me. I was everyone.
Everyone spoke words I thought of,
Read the same words,
believed in the same gods,
wore the same clothes,
and loved everything we differed in.
I now live in a town where I am no one. No one is me.
I have not heard a word of the languages they speak,
I do not know the names for what they wear on their feet,
or how to stand on their soil,
I have come to cease existing.
I have become everyone else,
I was so used to it being the other way around.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
I once lived in a town where everyone was me. I was everyone.
Everyone spoke words I thought of,
Read the same words,
believed in the same gods,
wore the same clothes,
and loved everything we differed in.
I now live in a town where I am no one. No one is me.
I have not heard a word of the languages they speak,
I do not know the names for what they wear on their feet,
or how to stand on their soil,
I have come to cease existing.
I have become everyone else,
I was so used to it being the other way around.
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