P.eriodically T.ired S.tupendously D.epressed
F O C U S E D
more like blurred.
more like stuck.
more like calling for help but no one can hear you but yourself.
more like having the world move around you while you don't know where to pick up.
D I S A S S O C I A T I O N
ah like distancing yourself so far in your own head that every noise begans to fade.
ah like doing the walts with each thought, spinning&twisting into each ones arms like a beautiful salsa.
ah like not knowing which ones to follow or which ones to take lead
letting the fallacious ones take control, leading you into the wild abyss you call your past.
SEEING "O U T S I D E THE B O X"
ah more like being trapped in the box and you only have a peep hole to see.
trying to see "THE B I G G E R P I C T U R E" through squinting eyes
more like broken glasses and old perscriptions
procrastination and missed appointments
debt and credit collectors the only ones to make your phone ring.
and the numbing feeling after tiredlessly pushing everyone you love away with the dirty dance you get trapped into watching from the box in your head with the peep hole you have being the only light to guide the dancers.
R A U C O U S shouts of my little four year olds
harmonizing into one tone to make me snap out of the box
BACK in to NOW seeing the innocences in my toddlers faces flushing the irrartional thoughts to disappear as fast as I felt I was I N V I S A B L E.