

Through the WindowIts like looking through a window, I'm not really there. I see and touch, it all feels real, But ultimately bare.Through the Window
I don't connect with people, They seem too far away. Even when they're right in front I can't hear what they say.
Its like NPC's in games. There are people of all kinds, I can talk and interact with them, But none of them have minds.
Its like living in a bubble, Peering through the soapy sheen. I can see things in the distance,
But nothing in-between.
Its like living in two dimentions, Though everyone