As I sit here succumbing to the madness there’s a fear
struck within like a regressed child. Have I succumbed to this day or given
into myself?
My internet is down once again and there’s a silencer over
the trigger. These lapses of momentary disconnection are like being maimed.
Silenced not by choice but by fact.
It’s tiresome being the girl who never jumped off the
teeter-totter. Instead I Iet my feet
pound into the dirt and dangle in the air. A mixture of movements that would
paralyze anyone.
My cocktail of round and square tablets has been consumed
and hopefully I’ll drift off to somewhere better though my dreams have become
an odd spin off of a reality show spiced with drama.
They haven’t made
sense and I don’ t expect them to. As
none of this has and probably never will.
