I been tryna keep busy, keep running, keep moving, but the second my mind slows down and tries to take a breath of calm, it jumps all over the place, and ends up running, but instead of with me, it runs away from me, spinning out of control, whirling, and I can’t chase it down or catch up to it.
Fear of other people, fear of myself, fear of being drained, fear of not being drained enough, fear of the future, fear of now, fear of not getting over from the past.
A moment, a pause, a break. Don’t let it all break you. Don’t let them hear your thoughts, see you spiraling like crazy, hitting the ceiling, bouncing from last year’s sorrows to revisiting the lingering moment of choked up hurt sitting in your room.
Sometimes I think it’s better to stay outside of the fishbowl, to peer in, interact, and pull back out to observe from a distance, but never be caught in the drama. Then you stay in the honeymoon zone and don’t enter the disappointment zone. Of how people let you down and reveal their true colors. Oftentimes its scent turns more sour than what drew you in from a distance. Don’t let them use you and throw you away like just another tissue paper. Make your existence matter to them (although this sometimes feel like you’re fighting against the current).
How can what once felt like it was becoming home, feel suddenly once again as much of a stranger as when you first entered, except worse because you know that’s not how it’s supposed to feel?
Was it because I forgot my medication. Is it because it’s that time of the month? (It’s not). So… what is it? Life. lol. Emotions.