I stare at things a lot... I also stare at a lot of things.

these things I stare at are many and few of them are aware of me staring at them and there is no uniformity to the types of things or even approximately when or where I will be staring at them ...

but I stare nonetheless.

these stared at things form mis-shapen identities from mis-placed realities inside my mis-shapen mind and from my mis-placed kind.

I definitely don't belong here amongst, beside and within and yet I am so alone without! ...marooned in this strange land where the names of things really don't match up with the things them names be naming no more

the things I can't name no longer look like themselves they look like the new unreal not the old unreal like a stack of pancakes with caramel and icecream! ...not that kind of unreal!

the new kind where I might just de-comparticle-ise into billions of random molecules and un-molecules and squillions of bits of not bits.

to a nowhere everywhere where my matter just don't ...well ..matter

and this will all take place without the slightest sound