Anequalia

My velvet-curtained retina
The anechoic chamber of my soul
That ponders not the meaning of blue
That feels not what it is to be you
That struggles with issues of self-identity
The concept of I and the meaning of me
A pool without ripple
It swallows the being
Of what is thrown in - without feeling
Could this be how I am feeling?
No - the words ran away with me
Honestly