I miss myself

| I'm just a dusty book, forgotten on a shelf. |

I am choking.
What once was air now collapses my lungs,
I’ve relapsed.
Ripped out my own tongue.

The words I speak
 have their own minds.
They’re still young.
Longing for adventures
 of the worst kind…

Like ruining a life
 or a few at a time, like…
Flying into a blind rage.
Growing spikes.

All while my soul’s going on a rampage,
 leaving my body behind.
I miss myself.
Spirit, brain, freedom.

I miss all my parts
 aligned.