(something changed the space between us)

Days from home- miles from familiar something stirs- I. the brand new animal lost in a foriegn world- I have memories of flashbacks or maybe flashbacks of memories- or maybe- maybe they're nothing-nothing but gentle apparitions of ficticious moments- has anything occurred- have I always been this way or have I changed- maybe more aware- still- I can not tell- am I stronger now or more fragile than the eggshells that seperate us- I aim to find out- and if I do I promise not to blame any one but myself- desperate- these words run from me- so I repeat- as once I was blind. But now...