WHERE AM I GOING?
 
Visions from within.  Like these bricks are up, they look like rock, but a little more neater, more square, built so high.  My eyes are feeling a little different.
WHERE AM I GOING?
I feel like I'm leaving, something else is trying to come forward.  I blink slowly, I'm filled with sadness.  My arms feel jelly like.  My stomach feels like it has a rock in it.  My face is unable to lift a smile of any kind.  The door will be closing soon.  I stooped down on the floor with my legs bent.  I fell like I'm in a mixed state.  I look at my children, but I don't want to respond, yet I must.  My breathing feels slow and deep.  My chest is heavy.  I wonder what the sunshine looks like on the outside of this engulfed soul.