Odd

Strange...

the sense of worlds colliding,
the feeling that doors and windows are shifting,
closing.

a feeling of urgency, that one must hurry,
but slow down
like molasses oozing from a container
stored in the fridge.

knowing something from times past
that you have no business knowing,
nor any true inclination to want to know;
things just out of reach in your brain,
but try too hard and they flit away
like butterflies in the breeze.

reaching for the present,
living in the past or the future,
trying to stay grounded
while floating away with every breeze.

wanting, waiting, staying...
frustration bubbling up under pressure
and threatening to explode
in a starburst of emotion unlike any before.
Indescribable.

stagnant.
sitting forever, hands tied.
freedom unbounded
yet bound.