In a long time. And sometimes it is easier just to write some verbal poetry vomit
So here is a glimpse into the chaos that is inside right now.
It’s the feeling of being stuck outside
Of having so much space but not being able to move
It’s the feeling of all of the emotions of your life
stuffed into a room with no windows.
The feeling of no escape
The ability to run and run
And when you finally stop you realize
You’ve gone nowhere
And the most frustrating part of it all
Is the exhaustion you feel
when it is all over
The weight that has returned
even though
you let it all go
So you go back outside
the world is the same
Take a deep breath
Start all over
And hope this time
There’s change.
