covering me from the world,

simple cloth and plastic curtains

keeping me surrounded

i reach to the head

to touch the center

drops running in terror

seeming to sprint faster the closer i get

the warmth from the drops

consume my reach

though i push onwards

the drops become streams

but i pay no bother

no burden, no scream, no haste would stop me

i made it to the head,

alone

and i was nothing but proud

-RKA