" a stranger to thyself "

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ever feel yourself blending in with your surroundings?

a sweet silence echos throughout your body,
and all of a sudden you are gone.

as if you never existed there;
as if all the things that you interacted with,
just fell to the wayside,

and forgot about you

ever speaking a word.

you become a ghostly emination of a person that once was;

a phantom.
a memory.

a forgotten phrase
on the lips of the people
who once loved you.


the sense of quietly lingering in a moment

manifests itself before you,
and you’re not quite sure

how to feel,
or how to react,

or what will happen next.


but then again, what is it all worth,

this time,
your life,

if not for taking a few quiet moments of reflection

and just become a momentary stranger
with yourself
where you are right now?

what have you got to give?

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