A detached existence

Some blog posts aren't meant to make much sense. This is one such.

Detached, aloof, wandering, watching the world from dizzy heights above.

A bird's eye. A desire to fly. To lose all cares and soar high.

Transported to a different reality. A different life.

Not making sense of the world around.

Much ado to know myself,

and yet remain,

unknown.