The noise,
The mess,
The stress,
It’s not it’s best,
When outside,
In my bed,
Under the sheets,
I hide,
I climb the walls,
Depressed,
Compressed,
To my loneliness,
Outside is a void,
I use to dance and sing in,
The wind is blowing,
In a deep fog,
I am sinking in,
I can’t exit today,
For what is tomorrow,
I am stuck inside,
I wish I had a lifeline,
I can borrow,
Nothing is solid,
Liquid are most of my thoughts,
I shower away my guilts,
Quickly as I dry,
They reappear.

Photo by Sasha Freemind 

Thanks for reading,
Jixi

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