...at least I know!...says my head balancing delicately haphazardly atop !

upon the apex of my spine.

and it seems no matter how hard I try I arrive just in time to dissolve any potential satisfaction in the 'normal' into some crazy cerebral soup!

I am so far gone in this illness I no longer can tell whats not real.

this kind of thing happens when thought exhaustion occurs like a perfect storm with emotional expense..

and I still function...with serious reluctance and comedic acceptance like a parody of my imagination.

and whats crazy?...

is that I'm not!

now that really upsets me

but I get over it