Some people view fiction as
pointless
insignificant
a waste.
In certain cases, that’s probably
true.
But not always.
To see from someone else’s point-of-view,
empathize with them
feel their feelings
think their thoughts
and understand that person
is highly valuable
and meaningful.
I have never been able to just come out and
accurately
explain what I am thinking,
for so many reasons.
One is that I don’t always think
verbally.
I think in pictures
expressions
waves
blurry outlines
droplets
muted sounds
echoes
rhythms
subtle flavors
scents
shapes of non-words
formulas
boundaries
endless lines
colors
lack of colors
spiderwebs
black holes.
Poetry helps unravel
the jumbled mess (I think),
but it can still leave a
chasm
of misunderstanding
between me and, well,
everyone else.
When I draw
sketch
paint,
my [some other word for art here,
because that one is entirely inaccurate]
looks cartooney,
as if it were done by a five-year-old
who has no concept of shadows
perspective
or reality.
So I am left with silence
another undiscovered medium (maybe)
or fiction.
To release what's in my head,
sometimes it helps to use words
from someone else’s brain,
because they actually translate
into English.
I still have a hard time getting the thoughts
exactly right,
but I do venture close
(sometimes too close)
to the feelings.
Disregard fiction – if you need to,
but I find value in it.
Like a dolphin click-click-clicks,
I am at least
attempting
to communicate.