it is a cold and frosty morning

none of the sounds are

loud today

I am dead but still move

I can not look at screens without

cringed eyes

I can not see

my own feet

a piano is playing from

far away

somehow

and I do have a few

mysterious feelings that

have to find my fingers

and I do not think

I am currently breathing

getting the sky in my eyes

is difficult

because all I see is the

clouds up above

and the bugs are not

in the ground anymore

and I am only able

to move if I ignore the

dead nerves in my cells

and yet I am

not getting any better from

place to place

like a robot

who can not

find the directions

but I will

keep banging my head

against this wall