The Border of Numbness

Today, I fought imaginary battles, against made-up opponents, in fictional places in a present reality that isn't ours.

I can feel myself getting fed up. I can sense myself wanting to fade back and let things fall silent in my mind.

I don't want to leave this place. But all this noise is just too much right now.

Like a factory on the brink of explosion, I shut down before I overload.

And for a brief period for the sake of deep rest, I go numb.

It's a learned behavior.

An adaptive trait or failsafe my mind built to protect me from myself.

I often let too much in.

I try to carry too much at once, and worst of all, I try to prepare for things I may never carry.

I suffer from giving a damn.