my air is heavy with volume my air is hard to attain my air is desperately sought for when the occupancy of people is tested by my mind’s carrying capacity to absorb all these racing thoughts present with tears,silence,and isolation in hope to escape the impending fill in the blank course of action or person or idea that will cast sweat blanketing my body like inevitable dew on grass leave me seemingly forever choosing flight against my will my feet bear the burden of countless runs to sanctuary ‘Be kind to your body’ knees meet the earth familiar contact bruises are an old friend hyperventilation the unwelcome relative anxiety is myself ‘I’m trying’ how many cubicle walls stood mute witnessing the remnants of remnants of strength to hold my face that’s not my face leak out in the form of rivers eroding the skin underneath my eyes my cheeks will rival that of marble smooth and absent of everything ‘Take care of yourself’ i ache for good days i’ll even settle for alright if it means i’m okay not-overthinking i wish i could do less of not-restlessness my vessel craves quiet sleep and peace in me not-fear i want to cast out these demons ‘I’m trying’ people events school the definition of things every single aspect that encompasses my life has been trying in one way or another the fragility of my spirit to endure all thrown in my direction with self doubt with self hate with self breaking over analyzing overestimating underestimating second guessing worrying uncertainty about all ‘Happiness is your priority’ the pursuit of bliss carefreeness grounding it’s a method to combat attacks i versus i long to come back to earth when my being is suspended in the clouds weightless encapsulation with invisible ties slave to my own where is gravity with this one does floating have an expiration date endless breathes shaking frame eyebrows turned north formed physical mountain ‘I’m trying’ language screaming from my closed mouth words etched onto my form for only my eyes to memorize my mental health possesses it’s own personal climate goes through seasons falls and blooms chills my soul and warms my entirety it’s ever evolving unpredictable as forecasting without equipment it is not without the weather of natural disasters environmental factors the state of my atmosphere in my head there are disagreeable conditions precipitation frequent cloudiness often pressure recurrent occasional storms however there are instances of numerous sunshine periodic stability intermittent clear skies conquering or failing one day after another the routine cycle giving what i get and providing what i receive with full knowledge someday i will have to try no longer ‘I’m trying’