Hmmm

That’s it.

My body is my prison.

These rivers of blood that bring life to every part of my being, always pool, fall prey to gravity

my feet become red

slowly inflating like some lagoons… I mean balloons

It is what it is it seems

whatever motor was meant to keep the blood circulating

lost power

My nerves become affected

Oh well

Breath
Breath

Move

That’s it

Your will is the motor now

Go ahead

Move

Give it a try

Your body is now like a water mill without enough current. You got to pedal to get the energy.

You got to move