My Inner Motion is Above Me

Kagoatweed’s Rant: R&R, and check out my other stories, but please, don’t steal ideas!

I am vulnerable.

My world around me moves, while I am stuck in static motion. My mind is left to fly and my body begs to feel.

I am vulnerable.

I am not breathing, but I seem to live. My self is moving in and of itself, molecules clashing, rubbing, feeling for me.

I am vulnerable.

I am lead. My world is water and I am sunk to the floor. The ceiling ripples in waves and churns in rolls.

I am vulnerable.

Languorously stretched, I beckon for a world of undulating twists and straight lines. I can control my ocean with my mind.

I am vulnerable.

Pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling. I squint. The waves head north. East, I say, East. The winds change. West I whisper. The winds change.

I am yet vulnerable.

I curl into a ball. Water laps against me. I shoo it away, and there it stays.

I am vulnerable.

Will you come to take me? You, my god who lets me see the world in distorted patterns and schemes.

Come take me before

I wash away on my ocean

of a convoluted psyche.