just another burst of
something somesuch in my brain
flying along branches between trees between forests
that reach out and touch each other
psychology
somewhere inside me
in a huge, untouchable, unending place
consuming lives
I am like flying a plane
with sounds and words and smells and bodies and memories and people and places and genes and ideas and the subconscious confidence that I am somehow distinct
each taking hold of the controls in their own way
where are we going?
where are you taking me?
what if I don't want to go with you?
no one answers
it echoes inside
in that big, big place inside me
is anyone there?
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