Cutting around corners, checking and unchecking.
It's been like one long held in cry.
A constriction.
Slowly grinding away at each molecule in me.
Until at last I'm dust and regretting it all.
Missing everything I had never lived.
The life I zombied through.
Accessing only unimportant portions.
Just sitting in my head while questions and accusations relay by.
Several long marches down several long roads gave me momentary silence.
Momentary peace.
I was wheeled down sterile hallways after unfortunate phone calls.
Wake up, wake up.
You're two floors up and on the other side of the planet.
Start digging.
There are opportunities to devour.
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