A Ride in the Wind

Swirling thought caught my hair

through my ears they thought to share

my synapse still fired without a care

my body was numb

I 

Didn't care

I

feel so often I see this world like a painting like my entire vision is capturing a canvas

and my finger tips will touch something and I'm not sure if it's real or fake

Fake, no not fake, I'm not sure if i'm touching that's real, or if the feeling of touching

something real even exist

But how can I be real 

If I don't know how to feel

My eyes have changed color that's my only appeal

From brown to green I see the world

I'm losing the touch of life

I'm losing