By mrh079@aol.com
Date: 23 September 1999

untitled

i wish.  i wish for lots of things.  but most of all i wish i could explain 
this "thing" that has me surrounded.  every day, every second, i feel like i
am stuck within a small bubble, a bubble that seems only to surround me.  it
filters that which i see, that which i hear, perhaps even leads to what i do.
but it seems as though no one in my life has ever understood it.  they were 
content merely to look through it, at me, and say with a self-righteous, 
condeming tone, "why does he have to be different?  why can't he be like us?"
and i struggled, do struggle, with this curse, or even more absurd, perhaps gift, and i just can't seem to get them to see the bubble.  perhaps they can't.
yet it is my hope, my 3-D glasses that let me see everything in a different perspective, think in a different way.  but it doesn't make me very hopeful as people walk by, and, blind to it, label me as "weird".  and so you can imagine my surprise, my shock, when i first saw you, and you saw me, and i saw it in your eyes, the understanding.  and you came closer, and i saw your bubble too.

for beth