I can feel every inch of my skin, without even focusing.
The slow decay of comfort begins.

The aching annoyance that enters my mind.
My body expresses out the turmoil in my soul.

Love, hate, fear, hope, longing; endangered feelings
stretched over months of unsure lonliness.

My nerves writhe from unspoken words.
unexpressed feelings bottled up in my gut.

They attempt to escape.
No relaxation means no rest.
A night without comfort is torture.

So I lay here, overly aware of
myself,
my thoughts,
and my body.