I’m going way way down flying straight into a crack
Far far far down and maybe I’ll peek out at the world [or maybe I won’t]
Fight or flight and I seem to choose flight every time
I’m a ball that won’t bounce
A plane with no propellor
So I think it’s easier for you and I if I put my hands over my ears and close my eyes
Firmly
I think it may be easier if I wrap my arms around myself
Tightly
And wait for this to pass
And who knows, maybe when I look up
The storm will have passed.
Every time I run-run-run away
There’s a swell of grey, choppy, violent
Over the hills but not far [away]
I have an abstract notion of control of the fear
Certain actions pause proceedings
It’s dark down here
It’s quiet in this cave
I can hear you high above [muffled]
There is no concept of duration
There is no thought of raise
No thought
I spy the monster over the hill
Breath in the air
You don’t scare me [you do]
You don’t control me [you do]
You don’t own me [you do]
I don’t scare you [I do]
I don’t control you [I do]
I don’t own you [I do]
Criss-cross pitter-patter
Mud sludge grey shift
Empty space
Void space
Spiral [down]
Mist [missed]
lack of rhythm [missed]
cobalt, pyrite
Three layers of dreams
antagnoized
wake [up]
Two layer of life
sleep [daze]
Opening, closing, locked
key [jam]
one layer of end[ing]