the weight on my shoulders
as though it
started growing limbs
fingers, feet, seeking its footing
in my nape. in my spine.
since leaving ive only
never stayed, wandered without
knowledge, absorbed much but
its tricky because even when you see the picture
feel the pulse
sponge the words in, soak in them
its hard to place them all correctly.
stuck circling, rut hurdling but
always on the cusp, hurting..
life is just so uncertain its perfect!
everything goes to the head
since i left