Juxtaposition is the condition of existing in two places at the same time, yet belonging fully to neither of them.
I was juxtaposed for such a long time that I learned not to commit to either reality.
Instead, I built my own reality in my inner space. A reality that wasn't real, but felt real.
That didn't exist, but that was my safe space.
A safe haven, somewhere else in time. Unreal.
A bastard or a half-breed belongs to both worlds, yet neither.
Unwelcome or feared by both, yet loved or wanted by neither.
My father wasn't there, and my stepfather wasn't worth the name.
I was a bastard by the classical definition, the son of an unwed couple.
Some bastards can exist in both worlds, but not me.
I didn't belong in either.
I existed in both.
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