Bits of poetry falling on paper like people falling.
you can't fall up, i think. shel silverstein proved so in a poem. i think that
can't fall up. but maybe others can. aliens? no, but other people. mentally
people. people who think unlike others, people who feel that they are
what other people believe them to be. people like this aren't weird. they
in a different mindset than others. does that prove them to be unusual?
or are we the strange ones? the ones who believe that reality is real,
who see what we think we see, but dont see what we dont see? thoughts
only on the thoughts of another.