He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
— Richard Siken, from “Anyaway”
You know, sometimes I feel like the loneliness I feel is not my fault for being antisocial or for people not liking me or something similar. I don’t know how to explain, but it’s like I’m really from another world, like I don’t belong here, ‘cause even when people are interested in me and when I try my best to be open and make new friends… something is always missing. I feel like there’s a barrier that I’ll never be able to destroy… I’m stuck somewhere people can’t find me…and I can’t really run away. I don’t feel special, I just feel out of place, like a stranger, someone that will never be completely confortable here.
