Mental Plastiline

 Sitting with the light in my pupils,

On the avenue of contradiction,

Eager to get going,

Slowed down by medication.

I imagine cylinders in my mind,

Wanting to fit together to function,

Searching for a coherent thought,

That will finally allow me to move forward.

Writing freely what dances around here,

And then a jumble of avalanche ideas,

Falling into an inaccurate trajectory,

Due to the crossing of high neurons.

A map, a path, where is it, I ask,

Among notes, my love, and some attached files.

Starting again with this journey,

With the calm and patience that a friend would have,

This practice being part of my destiny,

To take flight again after falling,

To embrace that uncertainty without it becoming rotten.

With slow abilities that are not comforting,

But rather a twinge in the navel,

A headache for everything distracting,

Missing my beloved brain.