Holding my arms in the air
and feeling the blood run down

Before I sleep,
I like to feel the inside of my eyelids when moving my eyes

..And the pink light you see when looking through your eyelids

Physical Sensations

Sometimes, when I look at my feet for too long, it feels like they do not belong to me

To look at a tree
and think of my arms

Pulling my hair to feel how strongly attached they are

Lifting the skin of my scalp to make space

I touched a surface

Without a name

And so I never realised

I tend to write, to draw on-end

Allowing space to become visible

A word is followed by a word

This movement is a space

Without the words

The space will drown

In all white’s nothingness