Alternate

Sometimes I wonder if we are all strangers, inhabitants of our own realities that surround us, and occasionally interact with the islands if others.

I can be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone.

And then I am sitting in class, and I am convinced of this. Are my questions really so off base? Do I really not make sense? Can I really not understand how people can behave the way they do? Are we complicated beings? Or just confused?

My language is the same as yours but my meaning and definitions seem to come from another planet.

The hour is late, the caffeine is great and I hear a spaceship calling my name.

Farewell.