Why is even the word itself insufficient for how I feel?
So much swirling inside my head
A marble of thoughts
A tangled web
Finally, I can catch my breath
But I’m still downing
So how can that be?
That I can see more clearly
But be underwater
I’m letting it all go
Because honestly, it’s too much
For me to comprehend right now
And I don’t want to understand it
I just want to know what it feels like
And get lost in the blue of your eyes
I’m so tired of thinking.

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