green apples

Dispite the urge to smile, even for a moment, there's more of a need to breakdown where I stand.

Holding my breath waiting for the storm to calm. Emotions pushing me violently against the crests and troughs praying away the idea that we might capsize.

This time...I open my eyes; not to a distant, clear horizon, but looking down from the sky on where I once was... scared and afraid...I'm in heaven.

-unknown

It sucks not to receive a tissue for tour tears, or a few kind words.

It sucks when people see your struggling to breath, to move, to feel, fake a smile and perk up.

It sucks sucks when you can't just open up and unpack the gunk and let it go...

It's always when you least expect it...

Whenever you're walking along...nothing's wrong, but out of nowhere, you start to sink...

Drown...

Suffocate...

Whenever you catch a break and rest, a boulder falls and crushes you...holds you down for thirty minutes...

An Hour...

Naaaah...☺️☕

"No..." I say in protest. "We've barely gotten to work.

Again they say to "take a break"

"Nay" I say "We're not allowed to play! We're not allowed to sleep, think...we'll grab a snack later...our eyelids must stay open."

When it is time to finally sit...

They bleed together...a crimson shirt in a load of brights.

Time lost running in circles.

The shapes gyrate around my mine.

That is to say the circles are sheres and it's a motocross cage (or whatever they call those things)...

After drowning in everyone else's colorful waves.

In the darkness solitude