Thoughts become so loud
Screaming for recognition
Screaming for acknowledgement
The eyes blink
and blink again
They close for a moment
For relief
For peace
These thoughts running through my head
of tomorrow
of February
of next year.
I find myself
not here and now
but in some faraway place.
Maybe I can't stand to be alone.
To be left alone with just me.
Maybe I'm not comfortable
facing the world with just me again.
But here I am.
