Sitting here, wind in my sails…gone

An unsettled uneasiness engulfs me

Stress is building, fingers are pointing

nothing feels safe anymore…

Never work, not home, even things that distract…

I need to get lost, go away, be unburdened

Be alone with my thoughts

But I can’t think anymore

If I do, I’ll lose my mind.

Maybe everything coming apart…

Will help to make it all alright.

Begin again.