Disconnected

The days feel like a pattern with no destination,

The experience exists only in the mind,

The body dictates how we beautifully choose to be in the world,

The irony is the mind and body co exist for the emulsion of life,

Gentle droplets of pain,

Heavy memories formed in the manner of growth,

Heart felt instances we may never be able to recreate as precise as we’d hope,

But on the days we feel disconnected we feel everything most vivid,

The days feel like a destination with a pattern