Time

Does time go by this fast

…is life just a series of these tiny moments that feel like yesterday?
I could have sworn it all
happened just a day ago.
Let me forget.
This is unhappiness incarnate, to remember.
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counting breaths to fall asleep

I am a thing, human – strange,

My body is a thousand waving motions.

A million different particles that shift and work and move.

I undulate – I feel.

I weep, I breathe.

I’m constantly at work, all the tiny pieces of me.

I remember: a computer.

I smell, I dream.

I grow hair without asking to, and make up my own coloring.

I’ve been a tool of breathlessness, I’ve lived in others’ dreams;

But I’m a human, gross, alone –

moving through it all.

Tattooed by life and unexpectant,

amazing and alone, it seems.