Stale

 In recent times, I have found myself going back in moments. 

I am trying to find myself, to find you, to find everything.

And then, I hear noises, I see bruises. And I ask myself, Can you? Will you ever heal? 

It’s taking longer time than usual. 

Longer time to understand, to fathom, to express, to say, to articulate. 

And then, I am wondering what it means for life to be stale.

I can’t feel it, I can’t feel them, I can’t feel people.

And then, I can’t understand how it takes so long for walls to be pull down. 

To fall apart no longer looks beautiful.