FUMES and BOXES by Nick Arndt

The sun will soon rise above the shadows.

I close my eyes.

The wind blows.

Chills spread all over my body.

My thoughts spin.

As a fallen leaf takes multiple paths before reaching the ground,

so does the mind.

Peace must be reached.

The world stands still.

It’s almost time to make my move.

I cannot go back.

There is no escaping the present.

My brain begins to run wild, again,

like it never learned its lessons.

I’m sitting on the edge of what I used to be,

and what I could be.

I’d rather be alone,

where the wild things are,

in the comfort of familiarity.

I wish for solitude.

Back to reality.

Eyes ahead.

My body, shaking,

trusting my own heartbeat.

In the midst of life,

recalling wisdom,


smelling fumes and seeing boxes.

Published by Nick Arndt

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