Endlessness is what I fear.

Eternity expanding beyond my comprehension.

An ocean with no life raft.

I dream in circles and cycles that lead nowhere.

 

I fear madness too.

My bipolar father

showing us the nonsensical

and indecipherable

scavenger hunt map

he was so proud of,

 

my own family history

and the possibility

that someday

I may be

trapped in a surreal state

of unreality,

speaking a language no one else can decipher,

wandering

the untrustworthy halls of my own mind

forever.