Time stopped.
I was consumable fuel
for the audience of this world.
Breathe taking eyes
strike my body to be
racked with the feeling.
Parts encase these lungs
that forget what it's like
to function properly.
Breathing? What's that?
As I greedily gulp
mouthfuls of air
followed by my obnoxious tendencies
to forget my basic
****** functions.
Why?
Anxious.
But for what?
All you did was look at me.
The effect leaves lasting
impressions to this
day.
Words.
What are those?
I left them downtown
as I stumbled along with you
maybe we can go back
someday
and retrieve them.