by Jessica Spoto
My brain is dead
Fried, exhausted, a crisp burn, a charred kinda crumble
Ready to disappear , disintegrate, disperse, dissolve into the universe
Time seems so fitting for this reality
My eyes grow fuzzy
Body floating into outer space to a land far away from reality in which is the present
Heavy weighted gravity forces my body down to earth
Eyes grow weak, mind grows loose
How many rivers can I cry before I drown?
Numbness grows cold like a blanket tossed over me , sharply
Head tilted, falling over
Frozen, blinking blindly into the calm of the storm
Yet in the storm there is no calm
Just a weighted set of sadness
A pair of indescribable reality.
I have fallen once again.
Photo courtesy of Jessica Spoto