I wonder what aliens
would think if they beamed up my brain
and analysed it – my dreams, my memories, my thought processes.
Me.
I wonder if they would sympathize with dream me
telling my boss to go home on his day off
instead of drifting around like a cloud of nervous energy,
or tell child me how to remember
those calculations that always escaped my mind.
I wonder if they would find other humans
as puzzling as I do.
Would they feel cramped with all the emotions I feel but can’t express?
Would they ponder details of life,
the same ones that sneak into my anxieties?
Would they feel comfortable
letting my brain reconnect to me
when I am disconnected to society?
Answers in my Spacer Raiders, please.
Treeshallow Musings 