Me, the parachute
The wind blows strong. I'm feeling separate from. It's heavy to move forward.
I see other walks passed me, seemingly enjoying the walk. With others. Why are my steps so heavy.
My entire body is expanding, thinning, becoming a parachute, that further hinders my progress.
The wind is freezing, my expressions get frozen in time.
I feel like this is the moment I've been feeling comes.