My spoon just spins inside the coffee cup. My brain can take the
caffeine. My life needs balance. The tune up is for a broken
machine.  Words can't make you get here. Now my hands are
shaking. The air conditioner cools everything down. I think my
heart is breaking.  My cell phone just falls out of my pocket.
Contact lists of people I'll never want to call. I need cover
from the rain. I want to know why I'm really alive at all.  If
the mind is dangerous, then am I endangered? I could drink
myself to know. Of all the criticisms I collect. Which one
should I nurture and grow?  The sun warms my skin. There's
plenty of air to breathe. But where is a duplicate? Is there
anyone out there like me?  Pills make my lungs work again. My
nose runs and clogs. Your body fights to survive. I keep
thinking mine is going to stop.  When I stand up, the blood
rushes toward my feet. It's the only feeling I've had in days.
You're dead on the inside. What am I really trying to say?  The
ideal is motion. Life, a solitary path. Desti