it's all a buzz inside me
cotton fluffed between my ears
and ceaseless crickets droning,
like a tuning fork that never ends
but always holds the pitch
of time and undivided space.
an empty shell peering out at life
stuffed with eternal noises
of neurons crackling.
where's the fun in cotton candy
when it's stuffed inside my head?
I think I'm describing mental fatigue, but whatever it is, that's what I'm feeling right now. -_-