Walking

This morning I woke up to the sound of my insides aching
It’s become the usual
On my way home I’ll take some extra laps around the block
Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold
Looking for somewhere to throw my stones
Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold
Tonight I will lay down with a heavier heart than I have ever experienced
But I think that if I can take a feather off of yours, I can learn to be happy
Or be something
Sometimes I don’t even feel the cold
Sometimes I pray that you might know
I know I don’t
I only know what it’s starting to look and feel like again