Am I?

Is it because that am blind or simply unable to comprehend things as they are.Sitting down,contemplating without foreseeing the inevitable.Vivid thoughts turn into the real while the real fades away like the evening sun.In my own world,torn,hurt and simply alone.While the clock ticks,I remain in a world where time never moves.The time I sit and wonder what it is that "me" wants but "me" doesn't give a probable solution to that which I seek.Slowly,I try to find that which will quench my thirst but to no avail.Then that one question still lingers Am I?