Day 1:
Today is the day
When the two of us collide
I take a deep breath
Day 2:
There is a valley
It is filled with gray clouds
Now, there is no room
Day 3:
Now all is silent
Mid-flight whispers are captured
It is dense and gone
Day 4:
Pounding of my head
Stomach pings – feels empty
‘Caused not by hunger
Day 5:
Smells like a sweet wind
Feels like stinging abrasions
Eyes are closed for gusts
Day 6:
Obscure dancing cries
Callous shocks beat my skin
Awareness implodes
Day 7:
Lost what I can see
Flowers do not smell so sweet
Found in the shadows
