pain killers

Everything feels mutable.
Soft in sound

my limbs feel distant 

the feeling is gone 

my head feels neither heavy

or light

what my eyes follow seem to 

glide

in here.

There is nothing wrong with the world at this moment

there is nothing wrong with love

or work

or family

there is only this room

i can see the thoughts

i can hold my fears

but they don’t feel like anything

detached

distant 

I can see why i am worried

i can see why i am frustrated 

but they squirm in my arms

they want to be heard

they want to be inside me

not now though

the earth is calm

for once 

my wine glass is empty now.