dots, the zeroth dimension.
lines, the first dimension.
planes, the second dimension.
spaces, the third dimension.

add each dimension with itself,
you’ll get the next thing in line.
add two third dimensions together,
now what’s on your mind?

are there limits to the universe?
are we destined to understand all the complex wonders?
or is it just for the one who wanders
to turn the secrets into understandable verses?

I just hope,
someone would send me the envelope.

.
I have always known you
Stranger,
In this whirling tavern,
Where life is plasmic.

You speak with sweetest
Nothings,
In my groping, deaf ears,
Where sense is non.

And now we are laying
Hollow,
On this letted, fresh bed,
Without any clues.

Your are plain, beautiful
Stranger,
Your hands ply my soul,
As bees on dry flower.

"I can see my door, my bed, my window, my chair, and my table.

"I can feel my spine against the wall, my feet against the floor, my jaw tightly shut, and my fingernails buried in my arms.

"I can hear the wind coming in from the open window, my heartbeat rapidly thumping, and that familiar voice in my head, shouting once again.

"I can smell the dampness of the ground outside as the breeze carries it to my room, and the sickly sweet odor from the soap used on my hands.

"I can ******* blood spilling from the bite in my lip; my last harsh reminder that
        I
        am      
        still
        alive.