I Own nothing but my words.

This could be whichever character you wish it to be.

Anyone you like. Finished for now, may decide to do more.

My bones are heavy, my legs are sore.

Tight.

Tense.

My mind is swirling.

My face is spotted, scarred.

My hair a matted, tangled mess.

Unclean, unkempt.

Knotted.

My toes are cold, pinched, brusied.

Blistered.

My chest tight, cramped.

Hollow.

My stomach churns, twists.

My mind is tired, voices mixing, and swirling, words.

Words.

Words.

My bones are dense, broken.

Weak.

The Ukraine.

The Ukraine where my words have reached.

Eyes.

Eyes.

Eyes.

Bloodshot.

Teared.

Blue.

Red.

Green.

Reading.

My knees are tired from the weight.

My body is restless.

But it wont sleep.

Can't sleep.

Tossing.

Turning.

My eyes are bruised.

Sore and tired from being rubbed.

My mind is dense, a thick fog.

My bones are heavy.