These are my private thoughts. I think.
No. I don't know what these are.
I don't know what anything is.
Not really.
I'm not confused.
But I'm certainly not...certain.
I think that someting has changed. I think...
I feel...that A LOT has changed. I know it.
Sight.
Sound.
Touch.
Taste.
Even smell.
It is all different. I miss...what was.
But going backwards is ridiculous. And
counterproductive.
So...does that mean that it's...
time for change?
See. There it is again.
Confusion.
Sometimes...it consumes me.
Drains me. It's painful.
Confusion.
Being discombobulated and unsure
is robbery.
I know what I see. But it looks like
something else...
I can still hear...something.
But the sound clashes rather than blends.
And the feel of it? Well...
it's reluctant. Abrupt.
Rough.
And forced.
Tastes medicinal. Bitter to my tongue.
Spoiled...no longer sweet and succulent.
And the odor...PUTRID!
Assaulting and offensive.
It all begs the question:
WHAT HAS HAPPENED?
The irony of it all?
The realization of the difference is not a surprise.
In essence, I've forgotten how to blush.
A hard reality.
These are my private thoughts...
made public.
I think.
