This

This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.