Not the Buddha

April 7, 2002


Have I ever been so alone? Perhaps, but has it always been this difficult for me to communicate with others? My words are forced as they come fumbling out of my mouth trying to grasp formation. I no longer feel close to anyone, and I am ignorant of how to bridge ever-growing gaps. What do I really care about anyway? I’ve lost myself if I ever had myself. I don’t want to go, I don’t want to stay. Indecisive. Restless. I am light years away from enlightenment.

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist