I find myself growing quiet in the wrong places. Where I should be roaring like a wild animal I've simply grown still of words. Where I once had stillness, now grows the growls of midnight frost. My eyes hurt from not dreaming and my arms are neither above my head waving at the world or in front pulling and pushing as they once did. They are now at my side. This tunnel I'm traveling through has caught me off guard. I'm ready to look up and see the stars again (but I guess that all depends on when I decide to look up).
