Stress
Exasperation....is that even a word. Do not know really. But it describes me right now how I think I am. An itchy body and a broken patience..Im not in dissociation I'm fully aware of my surroundings and myself, maybe even a bit too much. Different sounds coming from everywhere, primordial coming from my little brother who I love and want to spend the most time with but at the same time I want him to go away because sometimes I just need some peace and quiet, not necessarily alone just peaceful. The itch continuous like a reminder of how sensitive I can be and that I have to go to an appointment. Just random feelings of a guy tired of were he is right now. Just wanting to go, hm...so many words which my mouth can't processn maybe thats why I can't express myself that well. Just me right now with coffee flavored mouth. I think I'm homesick. Sometimes here I feel so apart from where I belong. I'm not poetic writing, not like my lover who's each word can mean something different yet so simple and deep simply beautiful. I can only be raw with words. Maybe out of context. I'm not myself just...something that needs to go back home.