It's a strange place, this. When you are finally able to take that step out of yourself you see how bizarre it is. How bizarre you are. How utterly inexplicable any of this would to be, to the world.
We don't sleep. Our days don't end. We get no closure.
We fall in love and hate at the same time. We create philosophies of our own. We contradict ourselves every minute. And even as these people with split personalities we get loved and cared for. We are missed.
We want privacy. But we want to know where everybody is. Okay that's just me.
We live like a family, with all its attending problems. We have our internal favoritisms, our contradicting feelings towards the same person, our love-hate sibling like relationships, the son, the bro, the sorority. We are sublimely incestuous.
It is easy here to forget who you are and who you had wanted to become. To lose any ambition you may have started with. To do everything you had vowed you would never do.
Contradictions are aplenty. Disappointments even more so. The ones with friends here are lucky. The ones with mere acquaintances are luckier still.
We live on an island in a reality TV series. We watch the sun rise. We then, don't go to bed.
I am in love.