Alberta

I'm stuck in a box

full of language and clocks.

my chest is squeezed tight

and I can't love right.

I can't move.

I can't breathe.

I can't see.

my limbs weigh me down

I'm stuck on the ground

and I can't stop spinning around.

the air is too thick and too full

I cannot breathe through all these molecules.

there are too many shapes and too many colors

I can't see the feelings of others.

I'm stuck in a box

full of language and clocks

and I can't wait to get out.