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I am a divided
person, my responsibilities are torn between this world, and my own. I
am a child of no history, no culture, just reactions, and no person,
just instances of movement that set me apart from all the others who
are content to watch. Watcher I am, and I have seen seasons pass in two
or more worlds, in our world, and in the Earth World, the one you label
"real" as a facet of your subjective reality.
I see people grow and change, fall like leaves through our lives, then
drift away on the wind, both inside and outside, and maybe the two
worlds are not that different, ours is just smaller, underdeveloped
some might say.
When I joined it, I joined a small, meagre dungeon, and then as our
fears of that dank underground state dissipated, as did it, and it
became a cave, that over time became more gloriously arched, and more
catacombs appeared. Geoff would say they were always there, but maybe
that is his truth not mine, or maybe our worlds combine, for he truly
is a child of another world, another time and space.
This world is truly ours, uncontaminated by what happens outside, yet
it seems unreal by our connection. Whilst others dirft between worlds,
and cannot anchor in both, I am firmly joined to both and yet neither,
a child on the knife's edge.
We live in a minimal fashion, we are the rustic country folk looking in
on the masses, and choosing instead our homely fires, because to be a
family is all we need. We have become a commune, we are all connected
through faint strings and webs, and so the lack of relationship becomes
without point.
The worlds to me are equal, when others spend more time in one or the
other, I lead a fraction of a life in them both, teetering between one
and the other, because for me, neither are home. A person's history is
their identity, yet wherever I look my history is like a shadow behind
me, and I never quite catch hold of who I once was, so I remain, me
ever yours
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