So far from the original creation we've come.
The incessant buzz from the highway.
The ringing in my ears that never stops or goes away though I rarely notice it at all.
The dryness that permeates, only the air is moist and sticks to the flesh uncomfortably.
I make great effort to relax my spine when I must sleep. So accustomed to crouching or standing rigidly.
I'm trained to expect my own sleep space, resentment from infringement.
I do not understand love though I'm made to seek it.