I used to take the cold for granted.
How my breathe kept me company when my fingers were scared to move.
I used to talk to leaves and see how many shoes they tried on that day.
Even the wind wouldn't lead their skydive astray.
I used to paint with the dirt and create a garden in a field of ash
With sticks which created the most elegant slash.
But today I put myself in a box.

It was a coffin whose cracks let in too much light to see the stars.
I taped it shut.
I wasn't awaiting a wake up call or coffee from my assistant.
I was singing with the silence till it told me to stop.
Until it told me I couldn't let my blood circulate by itself.

So I walked with it to the construction site of a project that builders abandoned.
I saw the broken windows and the overflowing mailbox that begged to be opened.
I didn't want to look a the old graffiti on the billboard that got wasted on eyes that only looked down.
But it was today that I led my blood to the crossroads where direction fell off the map.
Lungs tried to help me but they just wanted to skip around with my breath.
I came up with a solution but the contractors didn't agree.
I blame distraction for all the things I didn't let myself see.