• I can feel my bones exhaust my daily strains.
    My heart uncomfortable, a creature in my ribcage.
    It flutters when I seek warmth, and it stings when I ignore its demands.
    I can feel my eyes, heavy under the blinding sun,
    weighing down the fatigue my body gave off.
    I could feel every word spoken to me,
    drift into my ears and slip out the other ear,
    leaving me a bit stained of comments,
    but the meaning behind it disappeared as quick as it had come.
    My lungs would fill with scent of fresh and I felt the air brush my flesh.
    I often whispered words that didn’t make quite sense,
    and I wrote words that I didn’t even get.
    It was the thought of sitting, that had me wondering,
    why I never got up and start wandering.
    I rubbed my fingers together feeling each line of skin that made me.
    I tapped my feet against the floor, hearing each beat that had me at footing.
    I could close my eyes and imagine what it would be like
    if I had to become a shadow under sunlight,
    doomed to fade