I am not here.

Amused by the duality; there is an idea of a you and I..

maybe a definition or some kind of abstraction.Most likely a misconception.. because its only me, and its just you.. there is no real you and I, only an unattainable vision. An imaginary illusion. Shake hands, stare into eyes, and ride cars..and even though it may seem that we think alike, you can never read my mind, we can never know each other, scratch ourselves from under the skin, or break the shell. Feel my breathe on your neck, but I'm in my own state.. desperately attached on the outside, so far away on the inside, resting on opposite ends of the void, ...friendly strangers because I don't know who I am ..and neither do you..we are not here, somewhere else...just not here....so lets at least pretend to agree about that.