Missing

It's amazing how you can make a world
More real than the real world
Peopled with characters
You know better than you know yourself
For who can know oneself well enough
It frightens me sometimes
How real it can become
How insistent it is, how compelling to withdraw
From reality entirely and live among them
They do what I wish, I have no control
If they saw me they would laugh at me
And crush me beneath their heels
I am an insect beside them
For they are all that is missing from me
They have all that is missing from me
I love them
I hate them
They would never want to know me
They simply exploit me
Mercilessly.

Written when I was struggling with letting Time Horizon go, and generally with my stories and characters taking over my life. (And this was *way* before The Ravine even figured on my personal radar.)
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