So easily in and out of this realm,
growing deeper in shadows
tracing lines of light that peek
between the blinds blanketing
My thoughts are never ending, always racing, and I dare to cross the heavy current to grasp a broken memory, only to lose myself in a sea of them.
Can I even trust my feelings? So often they are misleading, telling me
details of event and people who aren’t there.
There are days I wish I had a filter.
In my head there is such noise,
pounding pain in my skull, stabbing through my eyes,
because I can’t keep up.