Sometimes you don't know what's wrong

Sometimes it's hard to think

Sometimes it's hard to breathe

Sometimes it's hard to imagine that the world is spinning at a speed so fast and you have 

absolutley nothing to grip onto.

And sometimes it stops and you forget

Where you are

What you are doing

Why are you doing what you're doing in the place where you are.

Sometimes you don't know what's wrong

Sometimes the universe is an expansive unknown where you are so insignificant

and sometimes it feels so small that the cosmos beyond must be a mere fantasy

Sometimes there is hole in your heart

Sometimes there is something missing

Sometimes you can't place a finger on the tiny little bulltethole because it doesn't exist

Sometimes you don't know what's wrong

Sometimes I find myself thinking

Thinking too Much

Too Loud

Too Strong

and an epiphany of noticings and revelations appear

Sometimes I find myself thinking

Thinking too Much

Too Loud

Too Strong

and absolutely nothing comes out.

Sometimes I don't know what's wrong.

Sometimes I am staring in the mirror and I know

something is wrong.

Sometimes it's clear and I can stare down the universe and things make sense

Sometimes I lay at night pondering my purpose

Pondering my life

Pondering my surrounds

Thinking Too Loudly That I Can't Sleep.

Sometimes I can't stare at the whiteboard.

Sometimes I can't even look at my hand-written notes

Sometimes I can't breathe

but even then I'm still breathing

but I can't feel it happening.

My breath is a tree in a forest and I guess it must make a noise that I can't feel.

Sometimes I don't know what's going on.