In my head right now...
I don’t know what’s going on
Don’t. Stop.
Don’t stop.
It’s OK to laugh at that
But is it OK to laugh at that?
Now we’re in this jar of hearts
I need more air holes
I’ll connect within
When I feel utterly disconnected
Let’s just try and enjoy this activity together
When’s their bedtime?
It’s my job to show them patience
Unclench, breathe, just breathe
Maybe I’ll just Skype some friends
I can’t be bothered
So I’ll do some of these crafts and recipes
But my mind is so cluttered by it all.
This is a Hibernation
This is a Lockdown
Wanting to be an open book
But I’m pages fluttering in the wind
While time stands still
I’m twitching and restless
I don’t HAVE to do anything.
What do I do with all this time?
Why do we refer to this as TIME
I feel as if I have no time at all
My feelings change moment by moment
I have no idea how to feel
It is OK.
Not always being OK.
When I feel so backwards
I’ll read this again backwards.