I look down
There is my body that is a stranger to me
I look back up
Seeing the world through these plain, brown eyes that happen to be mine.
Seeing
Observing
Nothing is really mine.
It can't be.
Life feels like a dream that my soul moves through
Dragging the capsule known as my body with us.
This can't be me.
Nothing feels real
As if I will wake up one morning
And everything will
Just
Feel
Right.
And my place, in life, will finally be mine