My name is James.
For years now,
nearly working on a double decades,
I have been scampering around our earth.
Searching,
yearning, for the life which beats my heart. 

For me, sometimes, that is all there is.
Flakes of memories I dream of having float freely 

passed the barriers that shape my reality. 

How deeply I struggle to lift the weight of those bars.
Light moves from feet to toes, spreading patterns
that move opposite their source
while days pass.
But I rise in rebellion of the star.
Fuck the star, that one and that one...
What am I compared to those stars,
Hiroshimas to, just one heart beat.
beneath the grate.