it’s existing
I can’t breathe
only feel exhausted
gasping for breath
outside this prison
of ambigous destination

my eyeballs so heavy
weighing down under
eye circles
I carry my choices 
on my sore shoulders

my frustrations live
in my lower back
and I can’t bend
to my own expections

I close my eyes 
and my imagination
spins outa this space
to new constellations 

My forearm presses
on those eyeballs
and visions appear
witnessing scenes
where I’m not there

It’s an in body experience
and I can’t get out
no matter how I try
gonna live in these places
to the end of my existence