Praying for the red light. Then I stop and can’t understand why stillness and loneliness don’t have to mean the same thing. My mind reaches for parts of myself I can’t find. But, I know it’s there because I see it in my dreams. I’m punching mirrors. My screams are becoming lightening. How do you bring yourself back to life when so many parts of you died? I’m breathing. I’m breathing. I’m breathing. Check my pulse and feel the rythm as proof I can still walk this earth amongst stillness and loneliness. Let me go then try to catch me for the thrill of it. Watch how gracefully my lungs fill with smoke. Watch me learn how to carry the hurt. Watch me finally stop at that red light. -AMT©️