Elucidating Questions

How fucking good

Is feeling it the next day

And no I don’t mean

Sarcasm in any way

It’s good to feel it because for now I have proof

That it happened and that it was you.

Not a dream or a nightmare, or some story in my head.

Being touched is like experiencing a warmth that isn’t mine.

Irritable arguing and jabs that show what doesn’t at different times.

You know I’m holding it in but you don’t know why or what

You don’t know how often

You know but

Imagine the world placed weights upon your shoulders

And every day was like dragging yourself

Through the wastelands

And when nothing happens

The world becomes a blur

No places to explore

No companions

No fur

I revel in pain that has a reason

Because I get so stuck in the painful seasons

Wrapped in muscles that ache, bones that quake, joints that shake out of their sockets

It’s nice to know it hurts

Because of a rocket.