these passions are bubbling and these hunger pains are stabbing and this skin is drying yet i am living. im overhearing conversations but the meaning isnt being listened to and i wonder... i wonder what it feels like to be a mom. what it would be like to be a writer and have a constant flow of words and inspiration. i wonder what it would be like to be homeless and take value in everything. to appreciate a beautiful day instead of hiding from it within walls that block out the sunlight. i wonder what it would be like to be old, to have seen, and be weathered by these days that keep passing us by. i wonder what it would be like to be utterly alone, without a single soul to hold you. i wonder what it would be like to have a brilliant mind to think of all of this convenient technology. or what it would be like to build a house with your own to hands. i wonder what it would be like to work at the post office and not be able to open so many appealing packages. i wonder how this is. that falling asleep for twelve hours has not replentished my energy, only my mind to wander around these surroundings and reconvince myself that i am not without hope today.