I'm pulsating (my heart is)
So do these walls
The outside of the window breathes on me
I breathe too
Only these pulsating walls sync to my breath
It pulsates like ribs
I forever gestate here, never ready for the window
Heavy industrial winds scream and whisper to me outside
I want to go
I want to breath and sync my heart to everywhere else
Instead of these fleshy walls gestating me
Digesting me... Let me out