These Words Are The Rope That Tie Me To Reality.
Outside today watching the cars pass by with such inexplicable speed.
A part of me wants to scream, “Stop. I’m still here. I’m still breathing!”
They continue on — oblivious to my plea.
I want to catch them. Run and feel the breeze as I break free.
My feet stay planted; Glued to the concrete.
I wonder if the passing of things is all I’ll ever see.