As for me, I cannot tell
When or where I became myself
Looing back through these pages
There was never any certain point.
Once I felt like a mouse so small
Hiding in the safety of its hole.
Once I felt like a Symphony so Forte,
playing to the crowds of people
Each emotion directed differently.
Then I felt like a Floating Ghost,
Empty in body, mind, and soul.
Sometimes I felt Astounded,
Facing things beyond my know.

Now, I feel as though I cannot.
This is how I feel

But something comes up over me,
What? I cannot tell.
But it makes me think most differently
About the ways I feel
A strange Euphoria takes its shape
Directing my thoughts so very fast
It Finally overcomes me,
Making reality, no longer Real.

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