A MIND IN CHECKERED PATTERNS 🎧 (Marcella Boccia)
I am a tapestry of restless threads,woven in patterns no one understands,each thought a square,each feeling a line,each moment a fracturein the delicate design of my mind.Do you hear the whispers?The secrets that slip through the gaps,as I trace the edges of madness,my fingers tremblingat the sharpness of truth.A mind in checkered patterns—a puzzle whose pieceswill never fit.The world spins like a carousel,one breath a revolution,the next a fall into a void.I watch the colors blend and blur,a swirl of reds and grays,as my soul dances between them—a shadow moving,yet never quite whole.I am both the prisoner and the key,the cage that holds me,the bars that set me free.In the chaos, I seek order,in the stillness, I seek the storm.Each thought an echo of a past I cannot remember,each feeling a door I am too afraid to open.Can you see it?The way my heart beats in fractured rhythm,the way my mind sways like a tree in the wind,roots tangled in yesterday,branches reaching for tomorrow.A mind in checkered patterns—a map I will never read.And yet, I walk.Step after step,in circles I cannot break.I am the labyrinthand the lost traveler within it,seeking something I cannot name,but knowing it existsjust beyond the edges of this mind—a truth waiting to be foundin the spaces between the patterns.Do you see the pattern now?Or am I still a mystery,woven in the dark?
