perspectives
wants
needs
moods
the need for responsibility shifts in and out
the force that keeps me moving forward lifts my heels and frees me for short moments
and then violently leaves me
crushing my chest as it shoves off, leaving me to sleep
for hours and days and weeks and months
and then comes again!
lifting my eyelids from sleep and attaching again to my heels
lifting me out of my slumber and directing my course
although, the course is just a matter of movement. In this state it doesn't matter where I'm headed, or with who, just that I'm here and that I'm moving and that I'm not stuck anymore, at least for this moment.
That I can't keep up with my lips and my hands is a sweet relief from the heavy weight of a silent tongue and the restless exhaustion of clenched fists.
Fists that curl and uncurl in sleep as well as waking hours, preparing for a hit and looking for an easy target.
That I can keep the force at my feet and out of my brain is my wish.
