difficult

it's the afternoon on a monday

and of course i'm tired out of my mind

but

days like this are when the hunger really sets in

not so much a faint gnawing or an empty void

but

instead the all consuming feeling of lightness

my ankles are unshackled by concrete blocks and metal cuffs

and

it feels as if maybe i could fly up up up

until nothing remains around me, only the warmth of the sun

and

i no longer need to confine myself to humanity's rules

though this is just my imagination speaking

for

i still must stay on earth, i still must follow conventions

wanting to become a heavenly being is nothing but narcissistic

for

in reality i am so far from the heavens

so displaced from this reality and that dream