And in my body I feel no pain

from the emotion that anyone can feel

unless I subscribe myself to that level.

To feel or to love

something I wish to obtain.

But how can I tell?

When I feel what is love?

Or when blindness of my mind

clouds judgment as I am still just a man.

Hungry, eager to feel what the gods called “love,” “lust.”

Where all this mind, this body, wants to feel is wanted.

Desired.

I am still just a humble person.

Shy,

Shallow.

Living in my own world,

not yours,

but you can see me as I pass through this earth,

as we share the same home,

but different worlds.

Will I ever find someone who

is in the same world as me?