i could not feel that i am here.
that the tips of my fingers touch keys which bring my words to life.

i could not feel that i am here.
that my eyes see wood and metal and green.

i could not feel that i am here.
that i breathe alone the relative silence of a room with corners.

i could not feel that i am here.
that inspite of the burning sensation in me, I ignore pain.

i could not feel that i am here
that i only hear lines which bring salty droplets of rain and well-up in my eyes

i could not feel that i am here
that i could not think nor comprehend other motions in my system

i could not feel that i am here
that my heart doesn't seem like it beats its hooves enough to make me want to live

i could not feel that i am here
that i float like a clear balloon masking itself with the white clouds

i could not feel that i am here
that to feel is not what i'd like to experience right now