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I struggle to comprehend what they understand so easily.  A look, a touch, and the light flashes behind their eyes.  But mine remain dull and dead.  My muddled thoughts consume me, and yet while I feel only them I can not understand a piece.  I am them, but who am I?

Outside the trees sway in the ancient winds, air that has passed across the earth and been breathed by everything.  The life passes from one on to the next: this breath from my grandmother, and this from her grandmother.  I am entangled in the web, but what part do I play?

The questions can not answer themselves.  So, I think.  My thoughts muddle.  Back to the beginning.  I do not know what to do, how to cope, or how to fix my life.  I pick up the shards and some cheap glue only to wonder, “Is it even broken?”

Inside I am trapped in my own comfort.  No people touch me; I will not let them.  Confined in these wallpapered walls fly my emotions and thoughts, bouncing off from each other.  This swarm of me buzzes around inside and out of my mind.  Without others I am focused entirely on me and all of my problems.  The answer here is blatant, but I still ask myself: Is that so unhealthy?