Today.

Eyes brimming
vision swimming with a
hundred thousand
faces
i've been camping
on the border-line
of a meltdown
for hours now,

'Hello, how are you?'
'Oh, just fine.'

rehearsed responses
stale speech
with little weight
and no
meaning,
we bounce off
each other's bumpers
like those
silly
bumping cars-

driving in circles,
crashing head-on
with strangers,
no
destination
that
we
know
of.


someone
once told me
that
'breakdowns lead to breakthroughs'
but
i've been
breaking down
every couple'adays
now
and i'm beginning to wonder,
Where exactly
is
through?


all my lines are
curvy,
waxing and waning-
i move like the
Earth,
surely but slowly-
and i wonder
if She
struggles with
boundaries
the same way that
i do-
cause we've walked all over
Her,
giving no thanks thats
due her
glorious body-

and to the surface of
my
skin-like crust
rise bruises
like continents-
swimming
in the oceans
of my
discontent,

and i am trying.
i
am
trying.