On rainy days,
I feel like my soul is diminishing.
I feel like I’m slowly disappearing
into the crack in the wall.
Fading between worlds.
Wilting into the dust.
When someone speaks to me,
I am only half-listening.

On sunny days,
I feel like my soul is on fire.
I feel like I’m circling the planet, so quickly
that I become just a blur.
Vibrating three feet off the ground.
Growing vines up into the sky.
When someone speaks to me,
they are the most fascinating person on earth.

On cloudy days,
I go outside
I look up
I push my palms into the dirt.
I shake my head.
I wait.