I am deranged in a spectacular explosion of mess.
Have you thought deeply about that word, deranged?
It’s not necessarily all bad, is it?
I am deranged.
Despite this, I seem to have survived.
Never sure what part was not survived.
Sometimes, I sit and stare at anything.
I stare at everything and it all means nothing.
I am deranged.
I look all around me at all of the forms,
and I wonder why I’m here.