slow

i breathe slow so as not to disturb the cold air around me
it attacks when provoked
stinging at my sensitive skin
its one of those fragile days when the hum of the lights and machinery overhead is comforting
but sounds of any higher decibel are heartbreaking
im at a loss for friends and finding no need for friendships
i watch the paint of lines on the highways flash by me
i see trees and plants of strange places in the middle of nowhere that i will never see again
the world is a hard place
nothing you do will ever be easy
i feel so tired
exhausted down to the bone
down to the tread of the tires
down to the wire