i saw the look on your face that told me you stayed in your bed for hours on end,
doing nothing and everything at the same time.
you sunk into your mattress and the weight of the world was so heavy on your fragile chest that you couldn't even cry.
the day you lived through seemed like a stretch in time that you couldn't hop out of.
putting down your bags used to feel like there was nothing on your shoulders but instead,
it felt like nothing.
you felt like nothing.
you built a home of dead flowers you still watered in your veins,
you couldn't let go and the worry and fear of living in the present consumed you.
who's afraid of the present?
so you stay home,
you believe you're safe because you're home,
but instead,
your "home" becomes everything and you're left jaw dropped and dragged feet through the life you live.