Book of Sensitivities

I Don't Know

I ache for something, this longing.
I don't know.
It's there, but I can't reach it.
This knot, a pit in my chest.
I can't breathe, but yet I can.
My mind spins to the stars, but lies in a fathomless nothing.
I want to break these bonds, yet I crave them.
I sing them in my sleep and dream them when I wake.
Lost yet here.
I cry my words to the sky, but my lips are glued shut.
My dry tears fill the night to sleep with the stars.
My mind spins apart, while I deal with the day to day.
I don't know this need, yet it is as familiar as the sun.
I laugh as it burns.
A glee surrounded by..... something.
I don't know.
Am I human?
Or something else.
Am I even here?