In the muck. To be here is enough.

To be free is what I dream

To be heard is what I want

Is it asking for too much?

The irremediable dizziness of the break

This undeclared battle between my temporal and parietal lobes.

It was real? Or does my body imagine every piece of it?

The sensation coursing throughout my being, releasing a dose of dopamine.

The beating of my heart on the surface of my skin

Alone. Sitting in silence. Pondering how did it all come to this.

With no strength left inside

Lying on the ground in the still of the moment. Asking.

While the warm liquid fills me up

And can you hear it? A quiet rumbling.