11/12/17

Put your thoughts into words
your mind on this page,
your body keeps reacting all kinds of strange.
you're crying while laughing and you shake while you walk,
you know this isn't how you normally talk.

You're getting lost in empty rooms,
finding peace in the noise,
while the quiet you try so hard to avoid. 

You're spinning while running and falling while sleeping.
thinking strange things will always come creeping.
 
You're caught in a 4 by 4 cubicle alone, constantly trying not to work at home.
you eventually leave to find some warmth for your substance.
always coming back empty, no joy or love yet.

Thinking to yourself you don't need any of that but feeling it in your bones,
you need it to mend you,
keep you intact. 

Taking one prolonged step after the other, feeling loud even though you seem to mutter.

You'll get there someday but not quite yet,
the problem hasn't even gotten wet. 
One day I promise you, you'll feel the breeze just fine.
Work at home with three cats,
eating cheese with red wine.