When will I be at my home-
(eostasis)?
Now I am not flailing,
But I am not swimming at pace.
The water I am swallowing
Is salt soured sips,
Not the murky milk gulps of my past.
I am within the mirage of perfect chaos,
And slipping forward,
Equilibrium will dribble into a puddle,
Underneath where I sit.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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SickyBeat
Oh dear… beautiful if frightening poetic statement of your feelings at the moment.
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