Mired in stagnant air,

no direction, no cares,

listless leaves,

aimless birds,

no one sings,

clouds mill.

Another day like all the others,

fruitless, pointless.

Lost time,

discarded carelessly.

Seized by the moment,

intensity wells,

an acidic spring fills the room.

I can’t breath.

Slowly sinking,

Bubbles rising,

chasing the light.