Yellow Room

just the general disgruntledness and uncertainty

yhe inability to force yourself living a content and desirable existence

brain fog so immense that birds and planes are flying right past your eyes

but the yellow room lighting remains constant 

the ability to write with a pen but not a pencil

to shake your head but not your body

to fill your lungs but not to breathe

but please do not give allowance the currency of your time

to care for my tender and weak body

but rather to make a steak from my very calf

the same calf that you kick as we walk

please, be my guest.