Fueled by Doubt 36/52

I look at them in their lives and their worlds, they do their things and they live their days.


I can do that. Look – watch me – I’m doing my things and living my days.


And then I turn sideways, and vanish.


Where did I go? All the fear folded in on me.


It all looked too big, I left. It’s all too familiar, so I run. .I hide from being me.


How am I not like the other people? Reasons crumple under their own weight and all the ideas dissolve into dust


Who thought the simple act of being me would become such a challenge, such a confusion, so fueled by doubt.


When this happens a lot I wonder if I should stop pretending.


Pretending the other people are real, or pretending I am.


I wonder at these words and fragments, at what will come next.


Most people will understand,


But most people aren’t real. Most people don’t exist.

4 thoughts on “Fueled by Doubt 36/52

  1. Eph, you are building wonderful things with fuzzy scraps. Some of the images on this post are like shadows of wrought iron on an already patterned/shadowed wall. Art is illusion. I think the meaning comes without search, from doing something that matters, that we love doing and adds +++s to the world. Cheers to you!

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