Sometimes I
think I can hear my brain working.
Sometimes I’m
afraid I can feel my body working.
Sometimes I
can taste my feelings going out of my mouth.
Sometimes I
feel like I’m sweating life.
My face is
so hot.
My memory
is so tired.
I have a
string that is on a girls finger,
She lets me
go,
air inside me, nothing more, nothing less
I fly full of nothing.
Is she sad because I am leaving?
Or because
she lost the power to have me?
Eyeless I wanna cry
Armless I wanna love
Feetless I wanna walk
I can only go up
to the void above my head.