Unstable, leaning on a crutch to hold me up. All the noise I’m surrounded by gets louder, I can’t focus. It's all too much. Sweet sounds whispering in my ears to fight off the white noise I’m suffocating in. Dependent on a wire, in a world where we are run by a screen. I try to breathe like I’m supposed to know how, but I’ve been raised by the hand that cupped my mouth to hold my breath. Instability is at all angles, and I’m not the only one.
No comments:
Post a Comment