I burst forward and always end up lost in your eyes
It seems that the world around me, or should I just say everything that makes my world, is seemingly crashing down. My foundation is so cracked, so ready to just tumble at my feet without a single sign of future destruction. The warning is too bright. Bright to the point of blinding, inevitably causing the darkness to fall. So the warning never shows, only lurks. It occupies the split between seconds, invades breaths holding--the silence during a ceased phone call. And I am supposed to go about my everyday routine. I am expected to walk from point A to B when all I want to do is discontinue the path, crawl as slow as possible. Breathe only when the air becomes clean again. But I can't. I'm forced to forego the noise and swirl of events at the speed of light when in reality, my mind is only trudging along. And I am left contemplating all of this at work, feeling lonely, feeling broken. And now I am hearing the words "one is the lonliest number" on the radio, feeling ever-so-more adandoned. No more helpless. No more ready to lie naked and reveal my scars to blind eyes.