one of these days, and very soon (even if it seems like lifetimes), it will resolve.

i have aches, i am ill. it washes over me til i find myself sleeping for centuries at a time - this deathstyle could not be mine, i feel my heart and my mind will not stop rolling under riptides and surfacing for the first time baptized twice and seventy-five i'm up to my last time this time surely there will be a break  sometime
i
need
air

so i push through the fear and wake earlier year by year by/a new beginning breathes life back into the air. have you seen the trees out here? i swear they've been round hundreds of years, they twist and stretch and split and blossom, you are missing it dear