As much as I wish I could feel the way I used to feel, I know I can not. Perspective
is lost and time is just a waste for me. It’s like a window has closed in my mind
and there is no possibility of reopening it. However I try to retrieve the feelings,
the emotions, the joy, the knowledge, the more I know I am lost. I am lost to the
world I knew so well, I am not welcome in the world I want, and the other world calls
to me. One could call it a tragic play or a story that does not end well. I call
it losing my mind.
The plastic wrap on my cheese is not like it used to be.