Tilted in transit moving elliptically in my orbit of being I am viewed skeptically no one asks how it feels experiences unsaid become a state of mind thinking critically keeps me in sight vision inhibited by space and time. In this orbit of thinking and being the experience is uncaptured nothingness forms memories that get stored in my mind on the tip of my tongue is an iceberg and in the blink of an eye what’s mine becomes yours the relationship is fractured the warehouse on fire it is inevitable it is matter it is time. Farther and further I am now past the post into chaos and disorder towards what I fear most good to go call off your ghost I am bad for myself and so it goes out of stock waiting in line being on back order is better than nothing you may have your ego but you have nothing when you don’t have your health. Aren’t you curious when I am managed how easily I fit into slots and why some get furious when there has been so much damage they can’t connect the dots? When I get trapped in their mind I get lost in theirs thoughts outside of my body the communication stops I would have stayed with you if you stood next to me being me can be what you want but you found what you need at your old haunt. . How long has it been and how far did I go? Standing still in orbit you’re taking things too far listening to music shopping for more check the rear view mirror to see you haven’t actually moved at all when the pace picks up others will stall lose their sense of space and sight of who they are. Gone is that place next in line single file one voice at a time I am not telling you anything that you don’t already know in the land of the living I am just being dramatic but that’s what you get when I never got past the post of what was so traumatic.