Circles that go nowhere but inside your core

I don’t care if you don’t, I am unaffected, affected by you.

Life is a conflict of wants and hates and in-betweens,

you make me confused about contexts, but you have cleared my vision.

How could that be, I exist but in another plane,

a universe that is alien and irrelevant.

But somehow, I have it figured out.

I am inside-out, and outside looking in, whatever connects us is a figment

just like jargons that seem easy to chew,

but (possibly) have lost its palatability,

Two worlds that do not connect but are in the same realm,

making sense of nothing, but is

everything.