I feel it's pull again, Like gravity I can't avoid it, Do I gather my defences, Attempt to make the peace last a little longer?
Only if I forget something: That this is my defence Yet it never needs a reason to grasp me, Making me crumble under its fix.
Slowly? I ask, Just one more breath lasting in reality? Slowly? - gone. And I won't be coming back for as long as The storm inside my head lasts.
The truth about this is, It doesn't like being ignored. I could try to distract myself, Only it would never be successful Once it's on it's way it won't leave you, Not until it's satisfied and You're weeping all alone, Because all that's just happened to you Is nothing to anyone at all.
Explains my experience of Maladaptive Daydreaming.