Stuck

I am sitting here in a bedroom
I am alone with my thoughts
I want to slip in between my thoughts
Like some caterpillar coming undone
-Unknown

He looked out over the horizon. He felt the sun. He felt young.

His vision blurred the outter edges of his perspective. Staring at his hands. The mirror was in front of him now. He gave a smile. Blessing his heart he came by the window. What was out of the window was out of his mind. The unknown was unclear and fuzzy. The safety and comfort of his room. He had his things. His things had him. His body. His mind. His spirit.