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Whirlwind and Graveyard Calm

Too much, too fast.

Breathless at a stoplight.

change

fast

must

go

I HAVE NO TIME

everything/everything/today/tomorrow

Always with the rushing, barely feeling, barely knowing where I am.

 

Now there's nothing.

 

It's a break, slow and stale.

What do I do?

There are four or five things maybe but none feel right and I can't bring myself to move.

I try one thing,

then another.

No drive,

meaning,

purpose,

feeling.

Not even my eyes can focus on anything.

Skipping, blinking, nothing.

Slow.

 

Give me back the whirlwind, or give me gravelike nothing.

Nothing is right.

I need power to feel and peace to fight or I am already dead.

Please.

I'm trusting You.

Please.

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Written by
HannahChristina
24 / F / Milwaukee
Published
Aug 17, 2018
Lines·Words
28·114
Notes

Thanks so much for reading, it means a lot.

Honestly, I'm not feeling much better for the moment. Things were getting a bit slow this afternoon and the Gravelike paragraph applied for like two hours, but I pulled myself out of it and I'm okay now. Let's see how long the feeling of well being lasts this time...

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#depression#focus#energy#fast#slow#still
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