i've been sitting here waiting for it to start but i've got the stop/start watch and everyone is looking at me to press the red button press it begin

i've been sitting here no movement no action inside bubbling outside simmering settling for what is in front you know there is trouble when its too much trouble to turn around/right/left

the bad things aren't bad things if you let them out and share them they are bad left alone in the dark of the inside

inside outside in out me them there here

apart
the string cut
tied to my wrist
lets me float
swim water on land
and there it is
the weightlessness
and the eye glaze
with feeling nothing
the gravity can be so heavy

this is it

this is it the lit up screen eyes and windows cold on the outside cold on the inside the heat steam tea in my hands warming them up steams my glasses up like the outside the inside of the glass painted with white fingers steamy fingers

greasy fingerprints all over the clear

and it looks like its going to rain even in the cold rain icy rain all over the snow make marks in it with its teeth

this is it hot tea cold fingers me waiting for it

and i wish for snow in the north of me
cause if we go it's
you and me together
against the foreign
and that is so damn romantic.