My psyche’s on a rope skipping

.

Tut.ti.tut.ti.tut.tut.

Too many things.

Too much time.

I can’t bring.

.

Myself to do them.

.

I haven’t been here.

For long time.

Too many words.

.

To say.

.

Too little time.

I can’t think.

I almost drowned last saturday while swimming. Now my thoughts are attacking me.

.

Threatening to surface and.

.

Engulf. Me.

I want to stop and. Think.

But there’s too much.

.

Time.

.

Too much time.

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Somanythingshappened.Goodonesmorethanthebadones.YetIfeelbadorempty,orno.IfeelbadthatI’mfeelingempty.

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