My Plane of Existence and I

My Plane of Existance and I

I sometimes feel as if I live in a completely different plane of existence to everyone else.
As if our united plane became divided and I was the unlucky one who became disconnected.
My ties with reality were cut and I became an outcast

Sometimes I feel laughter bubble up and escape my lips and for a spit second our planes are united. I feel happiness in my heart as the broken strings of our realities begin to retie themselves

But the knot unties once more. Eventually reality comes rushing back, and a sea of truths and lies, that I cannot tell apart fill my lungs. My lonely plane of existence and I are dragged down with the current, and the lines of communication between us are blurred once more.