Brain Trust Broken

 

Awake.

Waiting.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I guide my hand to silence.

A new day.

Anxiety reaches for my hand.

It’s electric and my arm hair rises in response.

It’s time to dance.

 

Tears and fears and pleas for one day.

The day-to-day and the hiccups.

An intricate series of rationalizations.

Hold on.

Just for today.

Today don’t pick at scabs.

Today don’t walk the circles.

Today’s happen.

There’s always tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be better.

Will it?

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