Busy

by Viwiel

It has to do with feelings,

heavy and hard, light and dizzy.

The rush of the warmth

as the colour spreads on the exterior.

One look, and all is forgotten.

One look, and the eyes are at the bottom.

Mumbling nonsense, seeing in the back,

”what good the day is”, reply lost in the air.

For the thinking and the feeling,

remains there and here.

The pounding of the heart,

the shaking of the flesh.

A painful day has

thus begun.