the distance between me and the world

Being unnoticed by people and unseen by the rest. it feels good. so good. no one will know me. at least my name. they don't know who am i, where do i come from, or where do i live. maybe i'm there in the crowd. but most of them flew through me like there's nothing on their way. i make loud voices, and they don't even hear a word. that's pretty conforming. i like the way the world sees me. because the world can't see me at all.

sometimes the world can sense me. sense me. but it gives no response. it just goes by like the wind. rotating on its axis and floating around the sun. while i'm here in front of it staring directly into its heart.

i don't belong to the world. i am my own world. a world that can see anything on that world. i'm the exact opposite of that world. i can see anything. i can hear anything. i can feel anything. whether it's the sound of falling leaves or big roar of the ocean's wave. just looking at it makes me feel comfortable. excitement is a strange thing, you know.

i am near, yet far.

i am strong, yet weak.

i am reliable, yet careless.

i am caring, yet very selfish.

that's because i'm my own world. i don't belong to anybody, anything, anyone. don't tell me what to do. i can do it by myself. mad at me is pointless. i don't feel anything about it. the only thing that i care about is how to turn my own world.

pace by pace.

turn by turn.

time by time.