The mind, a dormant stone

i can't wear any more hats. i am so worn -- each time there is fresh air, there is one more jet flying over me with exhaust pouring into my throat. i am seemingly well, but quither under each breath. 'as the body is ravaged, the spirit grows stronger'. can feel it can't take it won't someone take this flower away  from it's stem? better yet, why not water it in kind? i wish i wish i wish. once led here. now unclear.

As the sand shines along your hair, small follicles pivot and play in the crease of your smile. Moments aspire to be filled with love, kindness to be kind. If my tongue were beyond 10 feet, would I still weigh heavy on the scales, and shout to the stars?