Uncertainty

The only certainty I have now is that of uncertainty. I’m not even sure sometimes what to think, feel, say, or do. I see, but do not see. I hear, but do not hear. And I look into the mirror, and see a stranger. I, who am not me. Yet me it is nonetheless. What a nice parody.

Sometimes, I really think I am going crazy. Yet crazy I am not.

Ask me why. I don’t know. Or maybe I do. Who knows?

I have many questions. But I have no answers. Or do I?

Save me?