heavy flutter

floundering 

tired, 

water vibrating. 

the air is still,

but time still flows. 

the air is still,

but some people are moving. 

standing still, 

everyone is moving, 

move to the left, 

i'm still in the same place. 

space between me and what i'm thinking of, 

there is nothing but some colours.

what to call it, i don't know. 

there has got to be a name for it,

i just don't know. 

lift me up, so i can see the view from up there. 

everyone seems to live just fine up there. 

could i join? 

would i be worthy?

when do you know if someone 

or something

is worth something?

we make our own judgements. we could be wrong

and yet we make them anyway. what do we do. 

this all seems unfair. 

i know life doesn't mean to.

but what do we do, who are we, 

when we feel lost,

tired. 

wavering spark. 

a small fire convincing the wall that it can be overcome.