Vast Reality

Chapter 8
I feel like ive been living in a prison, these past 10 years. Thats half my life. In a prison that ive
made, tailor made, for myself. Built strong to hold me in. Walls made of stone that keep me
secluded from the world. I feel safe here, i know how to live here, i can survive here. But
sometimes you have to wonder what is outside these walls. Its what im affraid of the most.
The walls of this appartment keep me safe, and i feel that is all i need. Possesions, they feel
empty to me. I cant even imagine, even having a little money, going to a store and saying
“ide like that” and you buy it. So forein. “whats this life for?”.

I can imagine myself in a forest, miles away from anything civilized. Living a life i want to live.
I cant live among your concrete jungles, it changes a person. They lose touch of what they
were once all about. You become calased, to the feelings of those around you. I cant allow
myself to turn into that. Slowly the idea of more money becomes your ultimate goal. I dont
really have an income, at all. Besides of what is givin to me. Is that strange to you? How does
that make YOU feel. What questions would you have?

I dont think i want to learn to survive like you all do. It feels empty to me. I dont know why.
I just feel like i dont belong here. Those that know me best know where to find me.

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