a story that leads to a kind of poem

Upon my arrival back home, I realized that I wasn't in the right house.

I looked around and went back to the door to check if the key in my pocket fit the front door.

On the way to front door, I got a glance at myself in the mirror. Man, I was messed up! The guy said that I should be sober by the time I reached home. I guess not. I turned to go back into the house and slipped and fell crashing into the floor. But, I didn't really stop at the floor just kept going down, not like into my basement or something, but down a sort of hole.

When I woke up, I don't even know when I conked out, I was looking at my parents. Did they see me? I wondered. What's going on? I was kind of hoping things would go back to normal. A long time later, I guess, I found myself in an alleyway in the downtown of some city. I was a bum. How did I become a bum? I found someone near me and asked them if they knew how long I'd been there for. He said about 2 years. What??? I got up quickly and went out into the street. I couldn't see so clearly but wasn't sure if it was my eyes or the world. Suddenly nobody was there. I was alone!

My body started to morph into something else. To change from human to, I don't know. I came to and felt around. I couldn't see anything. Something was poking me and asking me something utterly incomprehensible. I went to speak and suddenly everything was light again. I looked around but couldn't really make heads or tails of anything. I remembered my old life and was trying to draw comparisons to what I was seeing now, but couldn't. What I was seeing was completely different.

I looked but didn't know what I was seeing
I felt but didn't know what I was feeling
I heard but didn't know what I was hearing
There was a crashing sound
What?