Looking through my eyes does not feel as it used to. The way my eyes are connected to my conscious is novel. This sense of a disconnect from the actual ever-present, evolving world is paramount to the man I’ve become. In essence, my current human shell housing my soul seems unfit for the voyage I must take. In definition, third person perspective is the vehicle by which a narrative is expressed to a reader. On the other hand, first person is the way one gives an account directly from the mind of the story teller; the one telling the story is the story in short. Personally, I feel as though I am caught in the midst of an unthinkable “second hand” perspective. Certain aspects of my emotional being and physical being feel as though any one else would describe, but at times I feel an absolute dissimilarity. This limbo, if you will, creates a robotic and emotionless altered state of mind. There is no other way to describe it than to say it is a sensation of drunkenness, fatigue, chemical intoxication, and lifelessness. I do not think, I do not move. I am no more conscious than the very chair I sit upon. Could there be something to this? Examining this thought minutely, is this what is normal and am I the only one that has made this realization? I can never expect an answer to my unthinkable question. In closing, to the few of you who read this; if you have at any time (in a sober state of mind) felt this feeling please vocalize your thoughts.