Wrong Side of the Looking Glass
I have stars for eyes, a wild mind, and a mute tongue. My brain is diffuse, moving freely between worlds of the conscious and unconscious, of us and gods. What I say doesn't always make sense and I have begun to feel small in the world, like I don't really belong here. I began a slow descent into a kind a madness where I am losing the ability to speak. Speaking is kinda key to not coming off like a freak. Desperately I try to put the pieces (words) in order to belong and be understood. But often I come away feeling not heard, and not belonging. I probably imagine the whole thing. This not belonging goes even deep than this--to the core of me; I feel I do not have a place here. Alice on the other side of the looking glass.