Caffeine

My hands are shaking; it's not natural; it doesn't fit in with the motion of the earth. My body has become buildings in New York City- when earthquakes hit dissonance tears the buildings apart. It's a signal that the artificial constructs we surround ourselves with don't, can't resonate. 

I want to be one with my surroundings, an impossible task at best. I have to fuel my body in multiple ways- and in every way I ultimately poison myself. The air I suck, smoke. The food I eat, fat. Caffeine in what I imbibe. 

And I wonder why my body tilts on its axis like the earth, creating seasons I can't possibly weather.