Word vomit

[Salems lot]

I am me, that I know. I know I am real. I can only see through my eyes, and feel with my body. I fear you are not real; despite hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, and tasting your lips. I fear it's all in my head, this that I experience. I know I am the me I was or have been, but I am the me I am now. And that me will eventually die like the others. I fear in this world where you're meant to be a 1 or a 0, I am the 3. Sometimes it seems the rest of the world is alive, and I'm the ghost floating along. I heard somewhere that it's easy not to be afraid of death when you've already died inside, it's not that I'm afraid to die; I'm afraid to live