"daily blur"

Every day

sounds blur into one another

and colors and shapes become unrecognizable;

the opposite of a high,

the palpitations

and the awareness of every hair on my shoulder,

the screams and the cries

and the worries that it is all too much,

that maybe I am as fragile as they say

and maybe, worst of all,

I do not belong.

Despite this we persevere,

we overcompensate

and we smile at the world.