I don’t have any words. My thoughts seem censored. I do not know what I think, what I feel, what I want.
Is there a point to anything?
My thought used to be clear. I was quick of mind, quick of tongue.
Then I met a doctor and then some more. Who claimed I am too impulsive, too rash and that I change my mind too often.
They gave me some pills.
And I ask what I once read:
“If you can’t change your mind, are you sure you still have one?”