My head hurts whenever I think, remember.
I imagine this door in my mind . The one when Alice in Wonderland comes through. She wonders.
I wonder.
In my mind, there's a door.
Whenever I come to touch it or try to unlock it, it just makes my brain hurt.
Thinking, remembering.
no.
Because the fact I say "thinking," I don't think about my thinking.
I don't know how to think.
Right now, you may be thinking
. I'm not. I don't know how to think.
It's quiet.
I got a shock when I tried to open the door.
The shocks are long, painful, hurtful.
In the past, when I was little, I think I would feel this when I over think.
When I was little, I knew how to think.
I could remember everything.
Every piece of information, every detail.
But now I can not think. I can not remember.
I can not think. I used to like reading Alice in wonderland.
But then I became my own Alice in wonderland.
I didn't think Alice had to deal with this mess.
I wonder if Alice had the same learning disability as mine.
Is wondering bad thing.
Does it get you anywhere?
Would I become the next alice?
No, I am going to be the next me with the mindset of alice.
Wonder if there's anyone like me out there.
Did she feel the things that I feel when I start to think?
Does she have a non-stop headache? Is she real? Is she still alive?
Can I meet her? That's the door in my mind.

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The Story I Never Told Anyone
Poetryit's about poems. How I feel or see things. Sometimes it's about people.