Do I look tired to you?
Have you noticed the ever increasing depth of the dark circles under my eyes?
How about the spacy, wavering look?
It's no fashion statement.
I've been sinking for so long.
Sometimes I feel like I could almost disappear.
No one would ever find me.
Do I want that?
No.
But I'm afraid I'll slip away.
Or rather float away like a detached balloon.
I need someone to tether me to earth.
Tie me to the dock.
I'm losing my grasp on reality and my hold on the physical world.
I need someone, anyone, to be here.
To hold me together.
Really, I just need someone to talk too.
But no one is reliable, dependable.
I need honesty, openness, sanctuary.
I feel like I'm spiraling out of control.
I feel desperate and anxious and antsy.
My blood pressure and body temperature are constantly fluctuating.
I need release.
From somewhere.
I'd like it to be you.
