It's a sad day when reality hits all at once.

That damned lump in your throat is ever present.
itchy-foot-gotta-run-feeling throbbing deep in your toes.

Eyes won't stop watering.
Never did before.
Allergies?
Yes.
I'm allergic to feelings.

What's that echo in my belly?
I've been mistaking hunger for gut-wrenching instincts.
Or have I had it backwards all along?

My man Marcel mentioned the immense edifice of memory.
He's got that right.
So don't try and catch me creepin on old haunts.
This is a job smelling salts can't handle.

My fingers are too stiff.
I can't even rouse them to dial my best friends phone number.
Then again that's a term that's been abused from time to time.
We've been consulting the wrong dictionary
so it's not so surprising to see the definitions get twisted.

So I'll just keep my head ducked and eyes lowered.
It's business as usual as I live inside my routines.
I'm in here somewhere.
I just hope someone finds me..
before I'm lost for good.