Quizzical expression, cocked brow.

I am the girl with the quizzical expression and
Cocked brow
Swimming in this dense white existence
Not sure how
I mingle and touch the others still,
On the other side
Yet I am neither here nor there
I sit, my time I bide
Waiting on greatness to come knocking
What else is there?
I’ve come too far to turn back, to be
Normal now isn’t fair
To myself or to others who’ve known me
I latch on to a single dream
To be the geniuses I read about, harder
Than it could seem
My goal now, not hard is to find, another me
On the other side
To assist me, push me forward, closer still
To the dreams that tide
My continuous mind, do I think more than others?
But how?
Is there another with the quizzical expression and a
Cocked brow?
Unsure and growing weaker now, the sense
Becoming harder to find
So I put the pen to paper, hope to sprout a beanstalk from
My magical bean of a mind
Curled up in this mass of white nothingness
Fetal position, rocking
Darkness in my mind continuously
Fighting, stalking.
To keep the sanity I once possessed I –
Know just how
I reassure myself there’s another, quizzical expression
Cocked brow.