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.