The Bloody Doors Off

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall.

White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane

I’m stuck.

I’m searching for a way to frame it, so it’ll make sense.

No luck so far.

It’s a feeling, not a physical impediment.

There’s no outward cause, no trigger.

And a sense of déjà vu.

I’ve been here. Wherever here is.

Okay I’ve spent too much time debating whether ‘here’ or ‘is’ should be emphasized.

Don’t think I identified the cause then, either.

Just like I can’t pinpoint the reason for this post.