For too long I’ve been feeling too much;
getting swept up by other’s energies,
I over-think, I over-feel,
To a point where I can’t breathe.
Sometimes, I see
myself as others.
And them as me.
Going through our pain,
our joy, our confusion, our anger,
as one.
And I don’t understand
where to draw the line.
Between their feelings and mine.
The line that divides two bodies
and a shared mind.
I lose sleep, unable to think of much else.
My heart feels heavy and I don’t even know why.
My life’s going perfectly, no complaints.
And yet, one phonecall, one conversation, one movie,
a sentence in a book,
can send me down a spiral of thoughts
That flow out as ink,
draining from my brain, out my fingertips,
while my mind reels
moving faster than my pen can bleed,
trying to slow it down, but getting swept up…
In a whirlwind of borrowed emotions.
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