catch and release

the dust comes twinkling through the window like falling stars.
Right as you focus on them, they dissapear.
Imagination, hallucination
My bones are acing in a foreign yet too familiar way
a way, i wish not to remember.
not to feel.
cope
static
The fan is moving the hot stagnant air in circles.
My mind not focused behind my eyes. but cant take them off the fan.
Gasping as i try to use my lungs to control my beating.
The tears taking turns between the breaths.
I look frantically for refuge.
Unable to make a fist
i search thru blurry vision for understanding.
pacing, like the fan.
competing for the same air.
like a rat in a maze, i search for a way out.
with the eyes above glaring down to see if i figure it out.
neither created nor destroyed.