April 22nd, 2022

there are times when I sit
staring at the ceiling for
hours, thoughts cascade into
place like a game of tetris.

sometimes, I could hear your
voice interfering, though the
room is empty and all that’s
echoing is the sound of me
breathing.

the tapping on my spine became
constant when you started
visiting me more, my feet lose
balance off this world.

sharp stabbing to my frontal lob
are more reoccurring, is it you
settling there or me losing touch
with reality?