I don't know where to put my hands.
Nor how to sit,
shall I lean back? lest I appear too relaxed.
My eyes wander. I am still.
I laugh, I'll smile.
Should I cry instead?
Should I crawl around or tuck myself into bed?
Is there a recipe to deal with death?
Thoughts in my head,
they're like fog, they're like mist.
Weightless and wispy.
Empty, or buried.
Shine the back of eyes on it,
nothing found. Scattered.
Wrap my thoughts around it,
nothing captured.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Feels light. I should feel heavy.
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