i wonder if our bones feel it differently
when we realize we aren't permanent,
and that eventually, we have to die
j u s t l i k e e v e r y o n e e l s e
do they grow tired knowing they serve
such a finite purpose, or do they grow
restless to show their complete worth?
(because even though in spirit we never
truly leave, our bones do nothing more
than waste away quietly in the ground.)
or do they not feel the pain
at all until it is too late?
i don't even know what i'm trying to say anymore. i have all these words in my head but they don't sound right out loud and wow migraines are no fun