from the inside
I look out of,
the frosted windows
of my eyes
I'm swimming
in my own skin.
in the same way one
might swim in a shirt
three sizes too large
I'm cold but,
I don't seem to care.
actually I do,
it sparks curiosity in me,
my own discomfort
comforts me
I'm more interested
in the sensation of the smooth glass
underneath my fingertips
than the discussion around me
I'm calm. movement
makes me sad.
I'm content just not moving,
my back bent and
frozen against the cold metal
of the locker,
my foot falling asleep
from the awkward bend of my leg,
my *** quickly losing
sensation, unnerves me
I'm not happy and
I don't know why.
I'm disconnected from the world
but I have not retreated into a fantasy.
still half asleep
but not yet dreaming.
an observer to my own body,
my sensations and the world around me
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 9:13 AM UTC
from the inside
I look out of,
the frosted windows
of my eyes
I'm swimming
in my own skin.
in the same way one
might swim in a shirt
three sizes too large
I'm cold but,
I don't seem to care.
actually I do,
it sparks curiosity in me,
my own discomfort
comforts me
I'm more interested
in the sensation of the smooth glass
underneath my fingertips
than the discussion around me
I'm calm. movement
makes me sad.
I'm content just not moving,
my back bent and
frozen against the cold metal
of the locker,
my foot falling asleep
from the awkward bend of my leg,
my *** quickly losing
sensation, unnerves me
I'm not happy and
I don't know why.
I'm disconnected from the world
but I have not retreated into a fantasy.
still half asleep
but not yet dreaming.
an observer to my own body,
my sensations and the world around me
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