with a side of sarcasm

Stilted and structured

Like a doll, built to thrive in this world.

Prescribed, yet unsure

How do I move forward

How do I connect

I stall

I withdraw

Is it panic I feel seeping into my veins

Help me

I want to connect, to move forward, to make change

I still, waiting for a moment that seems inviting

Sometimes they come, but not always

I nod. I smile. I plan my escape,

I wish we had this moment in a different time, space

Small, quiet, intimate, drunk, familiar

Until I am relieved,

Am I going to be sick? Or is it the motion sickness from this never ending noise

The only peace (piece?) comes when my 

Brain and body

s e p a r a t e

Quieting dulling floating sensations

I sleep

Restlessly 

Waking in the morning

reset