Yesterday I felt over flowing and whole,
Today I feel like I am too much.
The cycle is forever I guess.

Manic me needs to suffocate for days to feel complete.
Small me needs a safe nest.

The bones are tired.

They're tired and they need you.

Sometimes they separate from body and take their time traveling across oceans and up over mountains,
Coming back to me with arms full of new things.

I'm running out of room.