They took me out fighting screaming
Was I dreaming?
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Hi I'm Jenn and I write about these wacky depression periods. Hospitalized, and given the diagnosis psychosis, anxiety, and depression. Hence the very weirdness of my writing, strangely echos my freaky life full of oddities. I am from Atlanta GA, and now I have reside in Alabama for the last 28 years. I live with my husband and my two dogs. I am a mom of 5 daughters; All of the children have moved away. I am a Nana of 2, + 1 more on the way.)
Swirls Of Marmalade
My eyes closed tight
Spinning, falling
Pitch black
My nose deceives me
Heavenly scents
Lash out at my nose
A glowing light
Struggling to expose my eyes
Slowly, slowly
Time almost seems to stop
No worries
No fears
My eyes was fixed on the flavor surrounding me
Swirls of orange marmalade all around me
Endless miles
I stuck out my finger
Oh, it tasted as good as it smelled
Nothing mattered much at all
It feels like a pipe dream
A fantastic abstraction
Release me from reality
A strange way of thinking
Keep me forever
I've fallen.....
In love with the sinful influence of marmalade