shiver

i have to get away .

my bags are packed,

but i am not quite there .

not yet assembled .

 

i’ve been trembling

all the wrong way lately .

my heart won’t stop

beating hard and irregularly .

there’s a constant

fatigue aching in encapsuled tears

behind my face .

 

i have to get away .

my baggage is weighing me down,

but i am not quite there .

not yet adequately afflicted ?

 

i am somewhere in

boundary country,

despairingly pacing the platform;

watching for my own border line .

 

~

 

diary continues here ..

 

Done