The water runs cold through my hair,
Across my face and down my back.
I stand there motionless,
Emotionless.
The ground changes from dirt to mud,
Between my toes and through my soles.
I sit there motionless,
Emotionless.
The sky pours down my back,
Into my clothes and soaks my bones.
I lie there motionless,
Emotionless.
The thoughts in my head start to fade,
Beyond my sight and far from home.
I am motionless,
Emotionless.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
The water runs cold through my hair,
Across my face and down my back.
I stand there motionless,
Emotionless.
The ground changes from dirt to mud,
Between my toes and through my soles.
I sit there motionless,
Emotionless.
The sky pours down my back,
Into my clothes and soaks my bones.
I lie there motionless,
Emotionless.
The thoughts in my head start to fade,
Beyond my sight and far from home.
I am motionless,
Emotionless.
