And the glass is only thickening— The barrier is becoming harder and harder to crack. It’s amazing just how long I took everyone and everything For granted. I swear, it’s as if I’ve been side-eyeing Just about everyone I’ve ever met, And rushing thoughtlessly passed Every sight that ever crossed my eye. More and more, The world around me drifts by Like one more moving picture, Unforgiving, unchangeable, and impenetrable. I, too, have learned to reside in a world of appearances. I have become another cutout-citizen of Flatland, Surrounded by my fellow cutouts. The majority of my interactions with others Hardly ever breach the surface (And we’ve invented a polite word for this— We call it, “small talk”). The heart of things, the depth— That missing dimension In this two dimensional existence, Is all too easy for most of us to disregard As a fantastical and romantic sentiment of the past. But I’m beginning to worry That most all of my opinions, preferences, and infatuations— These things that I’ve so often claimed Make me who I am— I’m beginning to worry that most of these Are nothing more than dried leaves Ready to be blown away by the wind and inevitably Crushed beneath the relentless march of time.
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