Strange, being here.
The outside world goes by without any need for notice.
It’s almost a struggle to answer emails, to have even that taste of what may be happening
a soft bubble of non-existence, fed, cared for, even had a private nurse come in today
just for me
and time goes by far to easily, so alien to me
just the pain to remind me that I’m alive
but I need to find something, something jagged, something sharp
or soft & beautiful enough to make me cry
to puncture and rip the bubble away.