it's so thick in here.

i cough & bleed & cough some more.

we float around like molecules of oxygen

or particles of light, not too quick to invade

not too quick to escape.

we shift from red to green to blue to black,

never really settling.

never really allowing ourselves to actually

figure out which one best fits.

and we will dine & dance & sleep & die & dance again.

what goes on will fit to time like a favorite t-shirt

but be removed & replayed in different forms & fashions.

we will wake up & wonder who we are & how we got here,

where to go & how to get there.

it's all up hill or down hill or maybe not on a hill at all?

i hurt your feelings & i'm sorry.