I find myself quite weird 

Weird in a sense you cant fit it into a mold of any disorder out there 

My existence is real 

Its totally true

But the way i truly am make me unreal 

I may be present with anyone physically 

But i am never there mentally 

I may look like i am with you all inside the 4 walled room or under the blue sky or on the earthy ground 

But in reality i am in the space behind my eyes and in my mind 

I am there conversing with this person about everything i am going through 

I am there walking hand in hand with the cold breeze blowing over us 

I am there laying next to this person on the grassy land  watching the starry sky 

I am there appreciating art of street artists 

I am there cooking cuisine from both our countries with this person 

I am there talking to him about how our first encounter was eventhough i have never met him 

Ooh I spaced out again! 

That how i realise and get back to the world i really am in 

Thats how i realise there is someone talking to me 

And i interrupt; Care to repeat please? 

And 

Thats how i realize my books open waiting for me to study them