Sleep don't visit so I choke on sun; let the days blur into one (explored!!!!)
sooc aside from crop, it seems I have no time today.
I'm working on the q&a video.
No time and I'm spinning, spiraling.
Nothing is clear, nothing is concrete anymore.
Nothing is nothing.
Just a blank empty open space and I inhale,
crisp white air fills my lungs and expands them.
My ribs press out for freedom, my bones -
creaking, they're rusting at the joints,
because there have been so many rainy days,
and I have been curled in this ball so long,
my body knows no other way than this.
The stars weep tears of fairy dust for me,
the trees reach out their branches to console,
the clouds part to allow sun to warm these bones,
to thaw my heart.
Nature conspires against me and forces it's happiness into my skin.
But I'm afraid to let it in.