i lay solitary, full frontal psychological paralysis.
my stomach churns, i see my heart beating, twitch and contracting within the pale flesh of my chest.
since i was born we have been chasing raindrops, hoping for connection. hoping for a reason, a link, a path. I stare down at my chest again, i can taste the warmth and safety in the air. only for a moment, i am moved, far far away.
my vision clears, my vision clears. the drip moves slowly gathering friends and family on the way. descending to never return. raising memories, comfortable déjà vu
the tears run down the back of my neck. reality is my only weapon, my only defence. a beginning and an end, let us not waste out time, pretend.