I am
Garrett Weatherly
I am not a human.
I am a big ball of everything.
What is a big ball of everything?
I don’t know.
But I am.
I am me, I am a Garrett, me am I.
That’s all I can think about.
I know I’m human,
I look the part,
I am the part,
But I don’t feel the part.
I feel disconnected,
Picked up and put somewhere else,
Simply to exist, as I am,
Existing alone but not alone,
Surrounded by people I relate to but feel so, so far away from them.
I know I’m just spouting shit, but I don’t know what else to do.
Isn’t writing that? A place to say something
Where people don’t listen and say the same stock things like
“I’m so sorry” and “I’m here if you need someone”
When you don’t need help.
But you need help that can be helped just by someone listening?
Honestly, just writing this feels good.
I think I’m done now.
I’ll be good, just as long as I remember to take care of myself.
You should too- and someone else as well.