I strive to find the ground I left behind – then wonder if it ever existed. Psychic perceptions have left me dangling between two worlds.
belonging – neither here nor there
accepted – neither here nor there
Can I blame them for not knowing what I do? They are happy in their un-knowing state, while I struggle to disown.
creating – spells to be broken
breaking – myths yet to be formed
Normalcy becomes a question mark – me or they? Do I have a right to disturb their worlds, pull them out of their cocoons?
silencing – words not formed
crushing – ideas that could change the world