.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
curiouser and curiouserseventeen years &still chasing white rabbits,it's no wonder i've neverbeen in love.we're all mad here;no one can find the road toyesterday.(i don't knowwhere to go)let's fall down a hole.(i'm just a chrysaliswith no butterfly wings)off with my head when itcan only imagine nonsense& clockwork hearts.give me a cheshire's smile-i want to knowwhat it feels liketo be in wonderland.
Anxiety attackAs the attack begins,I feel myself slipping away again.And I question things that are better left unsaid.And contemplate if I am better off dead.My anxiety is killing me,I feel my hands shaking.And I am sobbing.And am I dying?I am just trying,To get a grip.But I feel my reality slip through my finger tips.Nothing is real,Except every bit of pain my mind forces me to feel.Every memory that I had shoved away.Is now racing around my brain.It's driving me insane.And my limbs turn to jello.Every time my head hits the pillow,Before I go to bed.I start to panic and I am wide awake instead.More thoughts are swarming around like a hurricane.Please,Make it stop!And just like that,The attack is gone.
on yearning to be something I'm not.I think in a previous life,I must have been a coyote.An ugly beast with anugly heart, with howlsechoing across ten thousandcanyons."Please, give me the moon;I can no longer stand the heat ofthe sun."This world mocks me.More love for anight alone ina winter's forest thanthe lonesome aching inmy heart, I onlywant to run with thewolves; always.But,I fear,this desert-weary soul ismerely chasing rabbits acrossempty highways. A coyote onlydeserves putrid carrion andnot the thrill of the hunt—I am but asong dog keening into the night forthe fangs of wolves to keep me cold.