I have no stomach.
I have no heart.
No brain either to sort this shit out.
I don't feel when I'm in this state.
Emotions are tantalizing me,
Floating just out of reach.
Equal and opposite forces all around
Are keeping me there:
Suspended in mid-air.
And as the walls press in,
The pressure is greater
For some kind of decision.
The air is still
And the single tear
Breaks the tension,
Softens the atmosphere.
And I fall down
Into that deep black hole where
Happiness is that much father now.
It'll be a long trek up.
Gravity sucks.
