lost numbers

sitting here every day waiting for the grim news of the world to change. firing reactions from my information box. spinning on the notion maybe it's time for me to revolution turn. i go out into my front yard and sit there sweating in the sun for 11 minutes. sweat trickles like little bugs on my neck rolling down my forehead. i accept that i am my enemies. i am the loudest voices in my head, my regrets, the breeze of the winds, the breeze from my neighbor's cars driving past, eyes closed, eyes closed to the world for minutes it's easier to see where neither of us end and begin