I listen to people
They drink their coffee
They share clear, confident opinions
They discuss the meaning of abstract thought
The ways of comprehending the world
Their individual realities
I feel uncomfortable
I find it impossible to understand them
I am aware that something is happening to me
Its arriving as an illness does
But it’s not like an ordinary illness
Little by little I feel that my mind is dissolving
My ability to relate to others is disappearing
My memories are fading
I am changing
The seconds tick by
Once IT started
IT hasn’t moved - IT has stayed quiet
At times I persuade myself that there's nothing the matter with me
But all the time IT is blossoming
Slowly and silently
To save myself
I try to record every event of my life
Capturing from moment to moment what is happening
Everything - however small - must be preserved
For even though it may seem unimportant
Each image might be the …..
Am I looking for an answer, or a cure?
and will there be an answer?
Will there be a cure?