feelings smash

collide and integrate

mixing colors like the finger paints my mother made me as a child


one minute i am functioning

one minute i am overwhelmed

and the next i am gone


feelings are inevitable and i know they are necessary

but why do they have to be so fluid


why do they have to chase each other into the hours of the morning you'd rather not entertain


feelings scream and shout and whisper and sigh at once


one minute i can cope

and the next i cannot.



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