Non-belonging

 The sense of never belonging anywhere, the sense of alienation that stabs quietly every night, I am living through this, this pain that never subsides, and when there is pain there is doubt, doubt about the origin of the self, I retrogress towards death, an unholy movement through time, but the self is unmoved while everything else moves towards intellectual and moral hibernation, I try to sleep the night out, but words travel with the intensity of light indeed, words with no consequence, words that reverberate with the same rhythmic destiny, I never like to be myself, I never like to be but I am, I never want to be myself.