Day 1. Ego

a circular path winds its way through lush trees

grass blades glistening in the sunshine

they dance to the melody of the breeze

rustling between newly alive leaves

they seem to be in love,

while I fall out of it.

I see

clearly

in HD

I see

fog

reality is discoloured at the edges

like old photographs exposed to bright light

a little too bright

a little too long.

I walk,

one foot in front of the other, soundlessly

my feet carry me

but the harder I try to live

the quicker I disintegrate

the more alive the world gets

in April,

the more it pulls on the seams of

me

I unravel to the melody of the breeze

rustling between newly alive leaves,

they seem to be in love

while I fall out of it.