When you close your eyes on the subway. Because you don’t want them to look into your eyes. To see what you’ve become last night – and cast off yet again. That your only hope and desire is for your next hit of unconditional acceptance.
As the world speeds around you. Your saving grace, these others. The people and their smells and ways, their clothing and polite attitudes. An occasional smile, or moment of understanding. Chaos of thoughtless purpose. Save my soul.
I try, desperately to forget who I was. The information in my head, steampunk equations of science. Things, which in wartimes would have me working in a national laboratory. I should hate myself for succeeding, but no one believes me.
Thank you to GoodnightNina for the pic from her blog and constant inspiration.