Don’t assume today will be tomorrow
That the present is the past
Or that people can’t see you when you’re hiding

They see you when you’re hiding
Like the nails pierced so far through your wall,
They are hard to let go of and so hard to get back
Impossible creates a body and hovers over your every move

Acts like it can comfort you
Acts like it knows you

When in reality it doesn’t know you like comfort
Doesn’t know you stay between the walls of familiarity
And only talk to similarity

When you find escape
of stretched out fields
And rows of corn, long and reminiscent

Relaxation strikes and you feel good
It’s when the eyes are burning through your back
That you don’t like
It’s the wind’s harsh voice, when it nests in your stomach that you
Can’t take
The vibration of screaming and wrongdoing that keeps you up
The reason you move is the cloud of hope,
The bubble of hope that grows bigger and takes so little to burst

That only some still enjoy today
Blowing bubbles