colors stream round and round rocking and pulsing and pushing they burn the backs of my eyes
and my foot steps stutter with my heart beat as it thumps erratically by the side of the road the buses, cars and logging trucks they pass me by I care too much, ****
but I just I want to be the pavement beneath their wheels such a fight flight is too easy and too too hard
and so it goes my hand against the fuzzy inside ripping up my coat pocket tap tap scratch tap tap scratch
beating a beat marking a mark a deep humming under my skin a magnificent sinking as I'm falling in
my thoughts collide breaking under massive waterfalls I can't seem to catch all the drops of myself