1/22/25

From my writing journal.

The chemicals or lack there of are chasing me around the room.

Squealing that they are going to get me and strikes fear inside of me.

Self-imposter pushing me around taunting me that I am not worth it.

I crown myself with my headphones and let the music drown out the thoughts.

Shrieking that I am loved over and over.

This shocks the crowd surrounding me.

Like zombies they stumble around mindlessly.

I sing the lyrics of “Kiss the Rain” than move onto whatever plays next.

Over and over I twirl through the lyrics until the stillness finally comes.

I whisper not to day to the enemy.

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