quit. moving.

its like my heart found a new home.
in a ziploc bag...one that is sealed tightly.
and she can't breathe...she constantly gasps for air.

but there isn't any.
no air anywhere.

she quickly learned this new place very well...
but she just can't commit to one particular space.
she fidgets too much.

she scoots left, and becomes nostalgic.
down a bit...enraged.
if she shifts to the right, optimism takes over.

but if she sits still, she is relieved.

...and then she moves again.
she is suffocating.

.....
this is just now.
just now.