• deepsea 10w


    I stand there,
    Unmoving, unresponsive,
    Frozen in moment,
    A spectator, a player in reprieve.
    Is it shock that renders me immobile,
    Incapable of processing life
    And its myriad of details?
    Or it is the opposite,
    My paralysis a result of overexposure
    To the vivid and vivacious,
    And the dark and dangerous?
    It doesn't matter,
    Nothing does, not when I'm like this,
    Frozen in my footsteps
    In the path of a speeding truck.