Porous
We think our skin is solid
But it’s porous
And everything around us is absorbed
Sinking
Deeper
And deeper
Until we cannot fathom
What is there at all
Nor what is missing
Instead, there is just that vague
Feeling
Of discomfort
Like something indecipherable
written in chalk
Being drawn lightly down the backbone of the mind
*Some days direction seems uncertain. Days like this are for doing the ironing and cleaning the house – they are not days for writing at all.
