ACTUAL FEELINGS

I don’t start my sentences without a doubt
and I can’t feel my left arm.
It’s pinned inside the threshold reaching for everything I want and need.

And you could do anything.
Fly to the moon.

I’ve found another way to be alone:
Put inherent trust in everyone.
While yet another round ignites inside my head.
It’s like they don’t sleep…

Frozen by what I’ve done, what I could have said.
This vicious circle never ends.

And you could do anything.
Fly to the moon.