Wierd...I know

Weak…weary…forgotten lore…can’t find my chamber door…dancing between realities…large mouthed realities…insatiable appetites…hunting me…pressing down on me... Still I reach…through the dark…hoping to grab something…anything…taking a handful…use it…somehow…somewhere…for someone…Take a moment to organize my thoughts…cumbersome in myself…making incongruous juxtapositions…putting the circle in the square…running through the black…looking for the white…landing in the grey… illusions of grandeur…meaningless potentate of nothing…grasping…slipping…rush for a breath…suffocating…rushing again…waiting…search for happiness…tire in the search…pray for time…bored with the time I prayed for…back to my reality…this box...strain to differentiate…surreal…looking for MY path…bent in the undergrowth…let out a sigh…dreaming of it…owning it…moving among it…regarding it…dismissing it…

ps Dr. Doolittle I used juxtapositions just for you.