half liquid solids become icicles on the inside of my fingertips. I have fallen out of the earth and ended up in invisible matter. I am invisible matter. the sadness fills me and covers me, as if it's the water surrounding me as I stand at the bottom of a 6 foot deep pool. they say this is not supposed to feel good and this is not supposed to work but the sadness comforts me and I welcome it more than any other visitor. My bone marrow is a mix of my own liquids and the grayness of those eyes. I fell open, sitting under its words that scratch my skin in all of its itchy places. A sigh of relief if exhaled from parted lips. I fell under.