Can we ever bridge this gap between us, this abyss of misunderstanding and disbelief? Can we ever mend the rift caused by the enigmatic forces that pull me away from you, leaving me stranded in a world of confusion and isolation?

I long to be understood, to be seen for who I truly am, not judged for the inexplicable journeys my mind takes me on. But as I stand before you, feeling the weight of your skepticism and condemnation, I wonder if true understanding will ever be possible.

Perhaps I am doomed to wander alone in this realm of uncertainty, forever misunderstood and misjudged. But I hold onto the hope that someday, somehow, we will find a way to bridge this gap between us, to truly connect on a deeper level beyond the limitations of our minds.

Penny Black ©

Imperfect, yet not unfeeling, I shy away from causing pain or witnessing suffering without offering solace.

My aunt's lessons in compassion contrast sharply with the hate that surrounds me in this horrible place, erecting barriers and fostering solitude over connection.

This path breeds isolation and neglects the power of simple gestures that speak volumes.
Love, the remedy to all woes, remains elusive, overshadowed by harshness. I resign from love, allowing hatred to reign, for hope only leads to heartache.

Anticipating touch that never arrives only fractures the soul.

Seeking loyalty and true understanding proves an exercise in futility.

Penny Black ©

How can I bridge the gap that separates us, souls so close, so near that we stand face to face? How can I fill that void caused by encephalic waves that propel me at unexpected speed towards the unknown, only to return to the world bewildered, alone, and exhausted?
When I finally come back from this unforeseen and unwanted journey, I gaze at you in astonishment, now aware and ashamed of the mental waves that carried me far, riding the wild surge. I rode amidst the waves of an innocent mind betrayed by the very wave that called me away and I stand before your judgment, deemed mere folly.
I fail to explain where I have been, and when I try to narrate that I was captured and carried away against my will, riding a wild wave, you call me liar never looking at me with the same eyes, for you witnessed me ride like a madwoman a wave that was invisible to you, and thus condemn me to madness, punishment, and solitude, perhaps even deeming me a wicked soul. Will you ever know that never before you have been so wrong?