Stress re-enacts the moments.
The memories.
The people involved make the situation recur.
No way to get away.
Fear finds you wherever you go.
Stress re-enacts the moments.
The memories.
The people involved make the situation recur.
No way to get away.
Fear finds you wherever you go.
A man’s house is his castle.
A woman’s bedroom is his brothel.
Why do we tolerate this?
Get the room/desk/tablet organized.
Then next physical items crossed off the imaginary list.
Look at the chaos left behind.
Give up and realize your brain can never be organized like a neurotypical’s can.
When the smell
exceeds your capacity
you know something needs to be done.
So out with the litter tray
and replace it soon with a fresher, cleaner one.
Life in a room.
Hollow and alone.
Mind blazing elsewhere.
Away from here.
Body stops.
Mind forgets.
Imagination has become real.
No sex with robots.
You may forget me.
I will not remember you.
You will know me.
I will not know you.
You may see me.
I am blind to you.
Old responses.
Ingrained.
Unnoticed.
Tempers quicken.
Fists unclench.
Take a breath.
Listen to what is said before you respond.
It was a long time ago.
I barely remember.
But the way I felt
I will never forget.
The helplessness.
The despair.
The anger.
The apathy that encompassed my life.
Somehow I broke out
And then my life got better.
But those days of wanting to no longer exist
Still haunt me.
Just that now
They are reminders of what I have to lose.
Playing with your mind.
What if?
Could it be?
I think I know!!!
Conspiracies darken your thoughts
when theories run out of control.
I have this theory.
Consistency.
A routine.
The ability to make lists
and stick with them.
Understanding.
Why I feel so alone.