Fragmented …

I feel so fragmented. What use to be a complete psyche is now scattered. Parts seemingly occupyging bits of the nightmarish daymare. Other parts not even being there at all. Where did they go?

My humaness feels empty. If meeting someone in Second Life and falling in love with the person behind their avatar could be pinned as “virtual”. What I am living in is more virtual that the 3D made up environment.

Then again, how can one hold on to something that is fragmented? Like broken glass. The pieces jar my being. I am in pain. OUCH.

I wonder if it’s too late to reassemble my SELF.