bones sinking like stones.. sinking like..

Looking out the window, everything is moving so fast. My eyes stress to focus on the car half-blurred by the shaded glass and the speed that we move. I now refuse to focus on real things. Real things fade too fast, the car disappears around a corner, the balloon turns to a spec of dust in the dull blue sky. Real things never fade, the tree is still in front of the building that it still on the campus that hurts my soul from my sole up through the entirety of my body. I much prefer to focus on pretend things. The flowers that creep up the sides of every building, post, gate, bench.. the flowers that i usually can't see, but can always sense. They do not need to fill my vision to be apart of the world i perceive. My eyes can easily focus on the rainbow-colored lights that wrap around the crowd's bodies, the whispers in the wind, the little rain cloud that shuffles along above my head as i slowly step through my day. "Bones sinking like stones.." sinking like..