If you have never floated 2ft above the conversation aimlessly strolling unattached or felt the bite of a bruise when love snatched your heart through your chest, then my story is a senseless one. I'm just a body with a spinning face a silent diorama carrying my theater as I pace. I cannot reach you from this place but every now and then it seems the sea swells up in me. Then I am the bridge collapsing, dropping my heart into the river that gleams