I Remember Waking

I remember waking. Opening my eyes and breathing, Yet my life is so distant. I grew so cold with myself, Like another person, That now I find myself learning more about myself. Everyday I find I have preferences, I did not wake with them, Yet I remember waking. I find myself, In the creaky floors that drive me mad, In the gentle breeze that makes my heart swell, In the foods that I refuse to eat, And the ones I eat so freely. My ears used to belong to creaky floors. That gentle breeze was such a fright. The refusal of food tasted like a swollen lip, Gluttony like starvation. I find myself so interested with myself. All the things I learn about myself. It's almost like a dream, But I remember waking.