A gaze from out the darkness,
a shadow person of the Imaginary:
This is here; this is now.
I don't like people, they scare me. . .
too much. They're shadow people
of the Imaginary, given freewill.
I could see the shadows by myself,
And they can't see me; but these people
Their eyes are imbued with scrutiny,
I know I can't see it, but I know it's there
By their seeing me. Are you blind?
And maybe the world doesn't care about me,
But this doesn't make me feel free.
It means the only one caring, is me.
And I'm the nothing at the heart of everything.
And if I'm the only one in the universe
Who does - that is a cosmic horror,
Because the universe is my cradle,
And I'm alone.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
A gaze from out the darkness,
a shadow person of the Imaginary:
This is here; this is now.
I don't like people, they scare me. . .
too much. They're shadow people
of the Imaginary, given freewill.
I could see the shadows by myself,
And they can't see me; but these people
Their eyes are imbued with scrutiny,
I know I can't see it, but I know it's there
By their seeing me. Are you blind?
And maybe the world doesn't care about me,
But this doesn't make me feel free.
It means the only one caring, is me.
And I'm the nothing at the heart of everything.
And if I'm the only one in the universe
Who does - that is a cosmic horror,
Because the universe is my cradle,
And I'm alone.
Existential angst and depression
