Rambling: sometimes it slips...

sometimes it slips

it sometimes slips, despite my best efforts.

i can feel it like a fork in the road, where each direction is a dead end.

trying to be transparent, the ink always covers me up again.

hiding, giving a normal (for me) appearance.

inside a clusterfuck...

a little you and a little me.

it keeps pulling at me, dragging me towards an unknown destination.

that dead end, it is dark and twisty.

i know how to swim, somehow i keep drowning.

paralyzed, filled up, pulling, isolated

struggling with myself, fight mode.

a little you and a little me..

if the wind always was at my back..

my road always forks in a zillion directions.

authentic, but unsure.

a bit clumsy, a tad krazy.

appears to have it all together, but my brain it screams.

easily overwhelmed.

winter is far to long.

am i still delightful when i'm sad.

i am sure i've gone mad.

a hot mess..

do you struggle too??

feeling some sort of way.

discombobulated...

my brain.

shake it off.

stand back up.

recenter.

loading...

me

❤ krazykrista

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