Keeping the wheels constantly turning inside me.
Making myself sick.
The roller coaster of all
my emotions is pillowing up.
Hit me with a sack of bricks.
Allow me to feel realness, not the things I make up.
Let the screams travel outward and no longer harbor on my sleeves.
Let them be heard.
Let the pain be seen.
Let the realness wrap right around me.
Hurricanes befriending me.
This is just the calm before the storm.