Sunday, June 29

And there's too much going on. But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion.

I feel lost.

I'm moving in slow motion, while everything else around me zooms by.
And it scares me.

And sometimes it still get so hard to handle, that I take my pick of Fight or Flight.
Curling up inside myself gives me the most comfort, like your arm around my waist.
Like my head upon your shoulder.

I've struggled this last week. Struggled to express myself properly on here. The Girl says I should stop analyzing it so much and just push post. Maybe she's right.