Descending, drifting. Fallen.
Losing, weakening. Lost.
Nervous, anxious. Stress.
Cry, shout. Scream.

Dry tears, laying in bed.
Feelings anguish and dismay.
Wanting the world to press pause,
So I can regain lost time.

Looking up at the ceiling
Pain behind the eyes,
The tears restart.
I feel it slide down my face.

The water bears no shock.
It travels the same path as before.
Unchanging, and constant.
Down down, off my face.

My hand is a boulder
Interrupting the stream of time
The path destroyed.
Direction is false.

The path dug into my skin is no more. Clarity.
No singular conformed trail. Freedom.
Free to shape my own life. Choice.
The world's ambiance, is warm. Hearth.