motions

     
     
     
     
     life, and its many potential missions; I often think on the path ahead-the numbers-and how many more are left towards the dead-ending....    
     
    just imagining blocking out the noise, with tunnel vision; as most things heavily programmed loses its meaning....    
     
     maybe ive missed out on what could've been navigating this dodge ball central; bone dry-harden one minute-gone soft the next....    
     
      I need to feel not just any body, but a body up against mine-to collide, as to not feel so dead on the inside;    
     
       the sunshine's shine is subjectively shining in others' eyes; I'm psychologicly dwelling in the desert-trying not to lose conscious along with my mind....