Glued into ill-fitting skin,
and I cannot sit still,
I cannot melt into the scenery,
I cannot give up.
I wish for
Falling into restless sleep on the curb at bus-stops,
or tripping into danger,
having the car collide with another car.
To look into the abyss and want to stay awhile
happens to occupy my mind all too much.
We don't know what lies beyond, but if it means no more fighting,
no more scratching, screaming, pushing existence.
If it means peace....
then I might contemplate closing my eyes.