That season has come again.
And once again I am here in that same dwelling where I could see everything but my own.
Is it really the start of that season? It’s unbelievable. It’s happening again and I’m slowly caving in way way down…
I know this. So you can pull yourself up is what I told myself.
Hurry. Like you’re chasing yourself away dearly hoping to feel differently today.
Damn, I’ve only realized how I could hear myself talking, breathing and doing similar things in different ways and still, end up in an unusually the same place.
I catch myself watching others and hearing things with my body that feels distant and unresponsive to the episodes that rattle and roll repeatedly in my head.
2:39 am. High and wide awake. There’s just too much noise that I want to cancel out.
Hey, I want to tell you where I am. This is how I feel. Just in case you haven’t noticed the sudden shift.
It’s here. It has come back. Do you know?