I spill my thought a into words
Words spell out more than a simple fiber
Although I sometimes wish I could digest more easily
Among shades of brokenness
(a place I am not in)
They put me in a place with scribbles on the walls.
Scribbles not incomprehensible but rather startling, at least at first
Reading words off of a board can only amuse for so long
Adjacent to people with issues similar to mine
Why am I here? I was asking only that and not when it began.