Many Absent Neurons

Point to the stars if you think ideas are wasted. Are there useless paths to follow which always lead to nowhere? I brought my ability to question normal with me and never found and answer. Was I asking the wrong questions or was my line of query eternally flawed? The world as you know it, is not the world I know. My world has too many sharp edges and is full of bubbles. Look at what you offer those around you. I offer nothing, nothing that makes sense at least. I don’t need anything that has been contrived. I crave opportunity, but fail to latch onto opportunities around me everyday. Maybe my grasp of reality holds me back, I have no idea how the world works. I’m a pea set fourth into the world without the comfort and safety of my pod. I struggle daily, hourly, by the minute. Are you able to look out the door and accept what looks back at you? I doubt that the world has anywhere for me to feel truly comfortable. My skin is not mine. Open to wisdom that is not mine I struggle to understand the ramblings put fourth by the multitude around me. I hope for peace, but worry humanity is not capable to care enough about itself. I breath, but not easily.