my life was turning into curdling water stuck between the holes of a drain. only drops of me passing thru. my voice was shot. my brain, so confused. I'm waking into that same daydream every night of this slow life. my skin felt sterilized. my bones, stuck in that meditating position. waiting for my breathe to bring some questions back into my answers, so i can fill that missing beat in my chest
and rest well when i can finally sleep.