The Metallic Plant

All of a sudden, life moves fast.
I've been living a slow, paced life,
that is measured and gauged
          from one day to the next
I always know what I will do before it happens.

But now...
          One thing.
          One occurrence.
and everything speeds up.
My weeks are packed.
I can't even keep track
                    of it all.
                    before it happens.

This has happened so fast,
that when I leave your presence,
the image of your face in my mind
          is blurry.
I can't form your likeness so easily,
                              yet.
Things have happened so quickly
that a part of me barely feels like you're real,
not just a figment of my starved imagination
          brought to life to keep me from going numb.
I fall to you.

I think I've found my focus.
          My point.
          My center of attention.
And now, it sucks everything to it.
My life is beginning to revolve around a point
                              again.

Support beams creak,
Pillars bend,
Bolts squeak,
Metal shifts as my entire structure
                    redirects itself.
The metallic plant, stretching towards the life-giving sun.