What I was thinking on New Year's day

Oppressed by others I begin to suppress my Self until my mind depresses into vacancy. I am e-e-e, I go tripping. I have found nothing in Self focus. I have found nothing in my Self. Because everything, it is so much better. The world focuses on all, revolves in circumference. I am small. Quand j’étais petite, I am one, tout est un, but everything surrounds me. I feel it everywhere. Je me sens bien. Je me le sens partout. Je suis dans un lieu noir. Here, there, I hear the wind. It whispers in a wheezing breeze. I laugh. Ils rient. Ha! I am— Je suis perdu.