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i sit alone in my 4 cornered room looking at pieces of myself scattered on the floor. dreams of being more than i am. knowing the light inside of me was meant to shine. knowing that time is not my friend. dreams of being more than i am. the invisible entity that strolls among the earth beggin to be seen so that his existence on this planet is not reduced to meaningless wandering... and wondering. i move in and out of situations unscathed and cant explain it. intangible. my focus is dead set and lazer hot and burning with the power of 1000 suns fueled by the black hole that is my heart. things dont affect me like they should and i see it but im not really here like everyone else. the heat from my dedication should be scorching the planet but instead i am reduced to barely a whisper at my most powerful. i walk this earth alone. even with those that see me. they cant really see me. those who can touch me cant really touch me. those who know i exist barely know i exist. but i exist and i scream and i yell and i kick and the world moves around me. i am not on this plane of existence. i cant be. i would have had some effect on it by now.