You can see my heart beating
Watch the fabric of my shirt quiver with the palpitations
Sometimes I just get this way
When my hands shake
And my knees quake
And my body trembles.
The light is too bright for me,
The sounds too loud,
Your voice too abrasive,
Like rocks on sandpaper.
I sit
I try to ride the wave
Try to be brave
Try to act like
Nothing is off kilter…
But for the next thirty minutes
Give or take an hour
My world will be on a slight tilt
Thoughts like headlights flashing in a dark alley:
Signifying something solid that I’ll never see.
Symbolizing something stationary and stoic.
Ideas are insubstantial
Reality recalcitrant
The world is wobbly
I’ll just have to wait this out.
omniregency 