I do not know what happened to me. Trauma induced solitude, or a spiritual awakening? I need pathways to love, others to talk with, converse with, and others to spend time doing activities with.
I do not know where this voice comes from. If anyone knows, then show me, who or what it is?
I do not know, echoes of approval, am I allowed? Or just two feet, and echoes and a shroud?
I do not know when hands meet shadows knees, what truth is spoken on words that tease?
I do not know? Schizophrenia for fourteen years, and now off the medications for a year.
Who am I? Is there any advice or help, or something knowing, I can thread in safety friends with willing hands and feet, sown greet?
You see, these (Andrew) are not my words. They are something else, and I have no safety, in knowing hands, on awakening further safety know.
Do not meet me in a dwelling find, never paths by foot, to a crime slight bind, but outwards kept, and hands tilt find, you can find I am not a criminal or unwound patient shaped to greetings rewind.
I will take all offers, safety show, I am not a flight risk, just hands sort show.
(So you see, Andrew here, is it just an echo of my voice? Who am I? These are not words, as I do not know what meaning the have or if anyone can show me)