Coping Borderline

Always searching for what I have allready found.
My brain works like tisseu memory and the sound of an only child,
way to loud.
The silence howls echo’s in my nothing.
While I keep searching for my explanation of everything.

When I find it,
could I bear?
Would I recognize,
and will it fit?

By Wieke Albers – Opdat er hoop is.