I feel a kick in my chest,
but it's just my heart.
I'm choking to death
in slow motion.
The important questions
leave you in tears.
The important message.
Rifling through my mind,
but I never think of guns;
rifling for the feeling.
A ******* touch of it.
Gasping for air with arms
outstretched far above my head.
Reaching.
Reaching!
It's intanginble, and
moving so slowly backwards
I think I've gone ahead.