I am angry at these two worlds. Angry at the gap between them; the absence of a bridge, however narrow, however fragile, however dangerous. I am angry at the people who only seem to see nothing but the distinction between these worlds. I am angry at myself. And also at you.
I wish I had fought to be in your world. I am angry at anger. Despaired for despair. Sad for sadness. I can no longer tell which is worse, which is out, which is where. If I am nowhere now, you are everywhere for always.