You ever feel locked outside of yourself?
Detached from yourself, by yourself, for yourself.
Yourself.
It's a funny word.
Sounds like the name of a middle eastern shoe salesman.
I sometimes wonder why I don't have more friends.
Then I remember, me.
I'm the reason.
I keep you all at bay.
All two of you.
Just strolling around the ******* at bay.
It's not for me that you're there.
It's for you.
Take care of yourselves.