I'm glad we are looking / staring, honestly / watching people who can't swim / drown / and then we post about it / with a hashtag. We host a seminar / about being aware / and looking.
I have an idea.
Let's stop staring / watching / let's change the standards / the assumption that 9-5 is normal / the ignorance towards sitting being the next smoking. Let's change making me pay for a standing desk out of pocket just so I can walk again / use my body / that’s jealous of wild horses.
I have to book time off to physically move my legs / I have to finish on time or I can't be human / and by human, I do mean living/ enjoying things for the sake of senses / we exist to feel / I haven’t felt much.
I feel fluorescent lights / I feel my hands cramping from too much / legs cramping from too little. I feel tired eyes. I feel like this air freshener is pretending to be fresh air and it's making me sick / physically / mentally.
Oh, good I'm aware I'm mentally ill. I should post about it / I'll write a cute little poem about it for everyone to see / stare / watch me squirm / under crushing weight in my chest / my heart / my eyes are heavy / even my brain is saying “I can't watch this”.
But Im glad people are looking.
About the Creator
Rhi
A writer starting from childhood into what some might call "adulthood". Thank you for hearing me out.
Boundless
A geographical map could take you there. To the places I've been, to the sights I've seen, to the landscapes I've climbed. But no compass could point you in the direction of my memories. To the experiences I've lived, to the happiness I've felt, to the wonder I've held so close to my heart.
By Alyssa Musso2 days ago in Writers
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