Fresh Fruit

Have I become so bitter, that I don't even know when I've hurt someone? Has the same bitterness made me hurt myself and I not realize it? Do I just live my life hurting myself and others? I'm in a dark wet cloud of confusion. Reality and surrealism for me have become one. The images in my head and in my reality are interchangeable. The sky is the Earth and the Earth is the sea. People and animals in the street seem to talk to me. The people I cross paths with in the open world communicate with me, but their lips do not move. It's almost as if they know, who I am, what I am. They want to help me it seems, but they dare not get too close. Perhaps the people sense my troubled soul and sense my warmth, but don't want to get too close for fear of being burned. Now I'm floating, in what seems to be space, an ocean, a cloud, my mind. All is the same, not all is bad, but not all is good. Maybe I'll plant myself somewhere. I've certainly spread enough seeds to bear enough fruit to feed an army. Maybe rooting myself somewhere will keep me from hurting myself, and hurting others. Maybe I can become regal and beautiful and bear sweet delicious fruit for all who want to partake of it. I hope that the fruit I produce will not be bitter. I've certainly left enough rotted and over ripened fruit in this life for 10 life times.