Schaukasten Eisenacherstr.

Two feet planted on the ground, now! My toes claw at the insides of my shoes like my stomach sometimes against my insides It’s not so much worrying, rather a constant state of re-action feels like something digging out of me from the ground upwards. Whoa my heart is racing? No it’s A whooooooosh of yellow Like when I rub my eyelids too hard, too fast making fireworks behind my eyes, and when I open them I forget which way the world turns. Why is the Center so loud? Colors and cultures clashing Like how rude I can’t hear my own thoughts Oh, if only some quiet so I could listen to myself, loudly my heart beats against my chest as the only reminder that I am here, too two feet planted on this godforsaken ground gripping my toes into my shoes in the hopes of being my own center of gravity there’s no place for my eyes to hold and focus my balance cause I don’t want to look at you, or you either and definitely not you. I cast my gaze upwards find a way out of the fight It’s not that I'm a hater but I’m not loving all the colors and words grabbing at me away from the ground upwards, but I’ve got my two feet planted and I’m not giving up my space for anyone.