Since Young I have been good at slowing down time

Oozy and woozy;
Let’s trip and make it stop.
Like that time I let lips
I didn’t know touch mine.

I lost seconds when I walked down the street;

gliding on clouds,

Since then its been slipping by,

But since young I have been good at slowing down time.

Everyone has on their best dress,
Sunday afternoon,
Sitting in the pew.
I went rolling in the mud,
And soiled my sleek black shoes.

They all sing along to the same tune
Stand and sit down; Unity.
My voice is out of tune,

Give me a minute.

The sun poked its head in the world,
Laid itself on the open beach,
Soaked in it’s rays
And basked in the light,
Only it can give,
Never burnt, but always shining.
Remembered the old friends she used to see;
she remembered me.

The sun stepped into my home,
And asked for a cup of tea.

“No,” I said, “I am not used to the flames
And your light is too blinding for me right now.”

“But I never get to see you, I miss you. Let me stay awhile.”

“Fine, but only if you take a shower.”

My neck is sore,
My feet aches,
My head pounds,

But my body moves,
Circle,
     Jump,
          Pace,
A need to touch and be touched.

Music unfiltered gyrations:
Flapping,
       Squeezing,
                     Wandering fingers
Hands grabbing onto thin air.

I need to move.
I need to feel.

Slap,       punch,           pull,
My skin is turning red.

I need to move,
I need to feel.

Spastic convulsion.

These are the moments I feel crazy.

My neck is sore,
My feet aches,
My head pounds.

I need to move.
I need to feel.
I want to stop.