gravity is a weak force, or so they say

my mouth sticky sweet with fear. 

do you ever watch movies to be someone else for a while? suspend reality and walk open mouthed with their gait, tilt your head and feel the swish of their hair on your face? the pitch and timbre of their voice. or maybe keep quiet with the quiet in brings in your head, holding another's life instead of your own. like two trains passing and for that moment you are suspended, weightless.

and a mirror or a phone call or someone shouts your name and it all comes crashing back. my own sad face, my own dirty hair, my own shaking limbs and ancient windswept eyes. 

i've left the bathroom light on and it feels like a confession. 

there are drugs for anxiety and drugs for depression and drugs for impulses but there aren't drugs for this.