What are you doing?

Things keep.

There is nonsense.

There is nonsensical.

I feel an expansion in my chest.

Pop.

Wake up.

That feeling in my gut eludes me.

Where did it go?

Thinking too much.

I declare.

Well.

Reaching for something new.

An exclamation of promise.

I want what is old.

If you want to feel trapped.

If you want to feel whole.

Trapped in a hole.

Well.

No?

Wake up!