Questioning 1/24/07

Staring gaze,

"What is it?"

Something's not there,
you see;
you know me somehow,
I run away from you.

"What is it?"

I scream; open my eyes,
realize he does not hear those cries,
I bleed schizoid thoughts.

Depersonalization is,
affecting everyone,
call me a radical,
but its so typical.

I touch you,
skin to skin; and questioning,

"What is it?"