Scribbled Thoughts

Head to the last stall,

bypassing others

to the hideaway at the end,

sinking into shadows

for a moment

and letting the world

forget you

while you remember

why you want

to be here.

A day to recover

before time becomes distorted,

working instead of sleeping,

sleeping instead of eating,

and eating only when reminded.

Just a little longer,

you hope.

Just a little longer.

Delighted relief

steps out of the exhaustion,

boosting a tired body

and urging on the mind

knowing, finally,

the ground has

become a little

more solid.

Bored thoughts

still refuse

to close down,

spinning as the body

lays stationary

and refusing to drift

into the oblivion

every part of you

longs for.

Resentment seeks

a hiding place

for the useful,

watching them struggle

with a lesser tool

and settling

satisfaction and guilt

for the duration

of the deception.

Paint a moment,

a feeling,

to understand

your real self,

and gaze

upon the outcome,

tears of relief

and fear

as you see

the love you carry

and all

you could lose.

Split my attention

and anticipate

the discovery

of a new thrill

in between

the daily survival,

make every moment

a little bit

magical.

Leak the poison

that will tell all

where your health

is leaving you,

mixing with ill

and seeping away

motivation,

clouding possibilities

and fading

into black.

Reach a truth

that none wanted to face

but breathe in release

to see it clearly.

What colour

is your world now?