This phase. What phase? I don't know. I know nothing and the chaos is real. It's in me. It's around me and repeatedly haunts me. It seeps down deep in my mind and makes me go insane but I hope it's just 'one of those days.'
I fight. I tug. Once again. And again. And I slowly find myself entangled in this chaotic thread made up of my chaotic thoughts. It feels like it's gonna eat me up alive and yet still, I fight, I tug, once again. And again with these ever-growing knots.
I write. I think further to detangle myself. I feel exhausted. I cry. I smile. I talk to those I call mine.
Oh! This chaos is really hard to understand sometimes.
So the ones who cry the same cries,
You're not alone,
Don't you worry cause you're gonna come out of this cyclone.