This is what it feels like to have reached terminal velocity. To have achieved a stage of absolute freedom. To experience a sense of inconsequential weightlessness. To fall freely into the great emptiness.
This is what it's like to be in a glass bowl. To be fed three times a day. To be stared and tapped at by curious and sometimes disapproving passers-by. To swim around in circles not caring about where from or where to.
This is what it's like to be invisible. To respond to gestures and sounds, instead of a name. To become a faceless name on a piece of plastic. To look back at yourself in the mirror and not think anything.
This is what it's like to be me. To blaze a path that's been worn down by those before me. To seek out an existence that is extraordinarily ordinary. To be me because It's the only way I know how.