No one gets it not really (unless they’ve been there) the shift of consciousness into a person who is me but not me a person who thinks thoughts I would never think does things I would never do No one gets it but they can still sit talk be with me even if sometimes they get things wrong even if sometimes they get frustrated They can still keep me from floating away They can keep the dark loneliness at bay No one gets it but they can still be a comfort a shield a protector saving me from myself They don’t need to get it to love me