clouds

I can't breathe. The rattling in my brain clogs my nose. The weight of the confusion in my head is so heavy on my eyelids i can barely see. The sight of it makes me wish i was blind.
It wakes up and I immediately wish I was somewhere else. It speaks and I wish I was deaf. It is the thing in me that I hate the most, that with every fiber of my being I try not to be.