drifting words, shifting walls, over-done

Painful nonchalance giving way to my bubbling anger inside. Automated shot of adrenaline induces restlessness.

And in doing so fuels my insanity. My mind too slow to process, drifting words and meanings. My labyrinth responds by instinct, shifting walls for my fragile brain.

I am Over-Done

No photo here.

As I cry, hiding in the confines of work, I wonder and fear what’s next. Yay. Not at all.