Illogic Reigns

Illogic Reigns

In the din

of a crowded room

illogic reigns

pushing me

to the middle

of the arena

An isolated gladiator

unchallenged

ignored

invisible.

I slip

between the web

move

to the outskirts

Now outside

looking in

not belonging,

not fitting in.

I’m overwhelmed

with the need

to escape

and disappear

No one notices

No one cares.

I’m trying to describe what happens to me sometimes when I’m in a crowd. It is illogical. I know I belong. I know I can fit in. I just have to talk to people. But sometimes – I don’t even know what to call it, just that it is overwhelming – I just have to get out of there, to escape.

--Sasha Wolfe