wonder

do you ever find yourself in one of those moods? The world could catch flight. magic could happen. yet you feel alone in a space you once cultivated as your own. you know you could be successful. if only if you could breathe for five uninterrupted seconds. yet somehow the feelings come. they always do, filling the space between your ribs. they don't seem to demand anything from you, only that they are seen and felt. yet the feeling leaves you weary. the seeing leaves you spent. all this keeps you asking could you find the light on your own. was there ever a light for you to find outside your shallow breathing and the sweet relief of your eyelids between you and the rest of the world. will you wake tomorrow to your own fleeting.