The language of my body

[Albatross]

Once again the heart has gained weight,
It is waiting for a feeling that never comes,
The stomach hope that the moths, waking up in the shadow of my nervousness, will release their grip
The tear canals, holding the fort at all costs, hope to sometime be drained
Other peoples self-evident footsteps,
bears witness of souls so calm, so confident
Their peace of mind lies a thousand miles beyond me,
Their hearts weigh a hundred pounds below mine