I'm beginning to know myself. I don't exist.
I'm  the gap between what I'd like to be and what others have made of me,
Or half this gap, since there is also life . . .
That's me. Period.
Turn off the light, shut the door, and get rid of the slipper noise in the hallway.
Leave me alone in my room with the vast peace of myself.
It's a shoddy universe.