Strangled

I have difficulty breathing. Maybe I’m afraid.

There’s a fix of relationships that I’m getting – or not. Fun how made up people run my life right now. I learn stuff about myself that I never knew I would.

I see what makes me tick.

It’s Autumn, the days getting shorter and darker. I’m reaching out.

Will I get a rose? Will I get a candle? Will I get a knife?

Or maybe a little nothing. Just nothing.

I haven’t written for quite a long time, because my life just took a twist and spins faster and faster. Week by week.

This is quite uncanny. Good but I’m in awe. I look with big eyes and wander – what’s next.