This is what it feels like,

A tunnel of light over there,

Except my legs cant take me.
A warm yellow with willow trees,
Interlocked fingers.

On the other end it can be cold,

Frosty and slippery for many days.
Rain drops race down my back,
Following the hands that were meant for holding.
There has to be another way.

Forgetting the last stair on the staircase,

Tape that just wont get unstuck,
A bookcase full of untouched words,
Eyelids that cant take being open,
A heart that needs more than just to beat.
Thats what it feels like.