There’s a brick wall around me, not just from staring; but from trying to understand me.
I would breakout if I knew where I was, or I had a heading.
As the waves rollover I’m all at sea.
Lost in infinity. Found in a whirlpool of my own making.
I see ships sail past- also at sea, with no one at home; even when we can’t leave our homes.
The ship gets caught in the whirlpool of my own making.
I try and heave to. I get slung from midship to aft.
As if I was back in the past.
My Port becomes a hole and my Starboard becomes a pane.
As my ship colliding it’s way through the seven seas, is now my home.
From now what feels like infinity.
by AGecko (The Autistic Gecko)
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