I feel like a traveler in my own body, the host of my spirits. The world acts separately from me for I am an observer, only here to watch and participate as merely a number in the complex. Our realities are individualized by our personal experiences and circumstances, never allowing for two people to travel on the same path. I have found myself in the body of a lost soul, someone looking for purpose in the chaos of the world we’ve created through our collective consciousness. We stand alone in a crowd of bodies, huddled together to find their purpose, but never being fulfilled by their existence- even though their awareness of its impending end resides in the dark corners of their mind, their spirits controlling its containment.