Not physical.
But far from non existent.
Adhered to me at birth,
I'd imagine, and has remained
affixed thereafter.
As if my shadow.
Stimulated through pain,
through hatred....through something.
Then a beginning, a happening.
An eclectic mind which adores
hoarding strangeness.
Invaded in quietude, then split open.
From within it's walls.
My privacy, raided.
My singularity, doubled.
It showing more determination than I.
With my stagnation.
My weaknesses.
No choice in this matter,
and impossible to sever,
except perchance in death.
Once buried could I truly be alone.
Six feet of immense darkness.
Purest of seperation.
Will liberate me.
The key to my
freedom.
R