theres a strange space between me and the world. 

i feel like i could hold it if i wanted to. 

maybe i need glasses. 

my dad says i care too much about myself,

and he's right, i do. 

but its hard not to when you are so scared of dying.

theres a girl in my work who reminds me of me,

though she's timid and slight, and im harsh and stocky,

she has an odd air about her. 

like she is always frightened. 

she's like a little mouse. 

i wish i was a door mouse.