Frustrations

Aching with such soreness, the thought of touching glass longing to shatter in pieces but uncertain as to how much force. Strength of varying degrees to apply and yet fearful of shattered glass, brittle grains of sand and levels of the unknown. Grey dark clouds heavy laden with drops. Looking to burst but just waters in motion, waiting, titillating in jest almost laughing down. Provoking a longing to reach up, to burst that bubble to feel the coolness and freshness of relief. Yet so far above, cannot reach miles of the unknown. A grain of sand between bones grinding when dryness has set in. So very painful like gallstones excreted thru the wrong passage no relief even death unquestioned, a vital option to touch the unknown.