Disconnected

Out of my own body all the time
It’s like living through a filter
People ask me “You alright, man?”
I say “I’m fine”

But I’ve chosen this
My brain runs on different neurons
Than those of the people I know
I have to swallow the lump in my throat
And move on

I’m viewing everything through a telescope
From far away
It’s like watching ants
From a magnifying glass

Sure, there is interaction
But no true connection
My plug’s far from the outlet

It’s almost nostalgic
Watching people talk
Laugh together
Smile

Because I remember that feeling
Now my eyes are open
But to what end?
Everything is so real
More real than reality

Yet my reality is so different
So powerful
The noises, so grating and yet satisfying

But everything is so bleary
So dissociated

Life’s rough in space