red cheeks & algebra

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the blend of hundreds of voices fuze together in one steady stream of muffled conversations

i know all of the people around me but their voices now sound foreign to my ears and i can't fixate on one of them long enough to try and decipher who is who

i fade into the back of my mind where there are too many thoughts that i can't seem to focus on individually.
I am stuck in this limbo of being there physically but feeling as if each pair of eyes slide over me like I'm not there.

it's like i am lost at sea, treading water in the middle of a whirlpool that refuses to suck me under and even when i get to shore, i am still water logged.

-why can't i be here when I'm here?

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