Brain Matter

Soft humming.
The hums tell me to breath and so I do.
What if the hums were gone.
Soft humming, showing me how to walk.
And when the hums stop so do I.
What if the hums never even started.
Soft humming opens my mouth but that is not the sound that comes out.
The hums turn to words at the back of my tongue and roll out.
They tell me what is wrong but they don't know how to translate that feeling into something expressible. 
So I'm feeling a feeling I can not name.
Soft hums tell me this is okay, because feelings don't matter much to most people anyways.
The Soft hums and me, we understand.
This is a cruel and mad world with beautiful miracles, but the tragedies out weigh them.
So everyone over looks the wonders.
That me and the soft hums see as we wander.