Journalling the crazy shit

Here goes:

I lost it
A few times
This time in public
And with people I care about

I scared them
I scared myself
And it brought forth something I had always feared
Maybe what I feared the worst
Of all

And so it is that I am true
Now
Whole
Activated
And I should celebrate

But now doesn’t feel like the time

Phil L Ibuster
If i keep talking, then I can’t hear you
Or any of the crazy shit going on in my head
So there is a sort of meditative silence
When you are speaking
Almost as if you hear the voice
But it is someone else talking
Inside, it is vast
Empty
I cease to be
Yet still am

Times I snapped