I was voracious in my consumption of the door

I have now stepped outside 
Light has illuminated the room 
The darkness was infinite, so I never moved. 
 
My sensations were the limit
So I went no further 
Under the skin or behind my eyes
I could feel everything, there was no need for depth. 
 
Distinctions without definitions 
A world filled with kinds 
Aware that they are types
Outside, I can see the words. 
 
Mother died 
I stepped outside 
For the first time, examined my life
Realized that I always knew I was different.