Blank space sits before me,
on the way to the tv or to the lamp.
Its there but I can see through it
I wave my hand to stir the static.
Nothing happens. Nobody Blinks.
Sparks jump like flint here and there.
They fly off my finger tips. Which are cold,
like my bones are mode of ice.
And then I can't stop popping my joints.

Where was I going with this, some place new hopefully.
Some where that my bones can easily melt into my flesh
and I can for once in my life reach relaxation.
A place often ignored by my body.
the base of my spine aches with tension
and I pray to every God there is for relief.
I worship every Idol and go on every journey.
I read every message in hopes of hearing it
Clearly for once.
In hopes of find the way, or a way or something
to hold to.
I know its all about my insides.
Like the kingdom is with in
They say that clearly enough.
But... I think My insides are missing...