Wax and Wane

If Dared to Plunge

I lived in their tepid chaos, though all the while I felt as if I were freezing and boiling all at once, perhaps both feelings at the same moment in time. All around me were those who moved at cruise control, unaware of my paranoia. My mind was a cop chase, and no one on the highway seemed to waive any acknowledgement to the obvious mania.

I imagined them, rush hour to home, listening to talk radio, foot on the break pedal, tie lacking it’s morning fervor. Greasy collars and running hosiery—these were the citizens of reality.

I was a stranger in their world, out of their mind and, in their words, out of my own. But I never once found such a world enticing.