white flag

gravity has a different pull lately.
it's like my hands and feet are nailed to the ground
and an endless stampede of a thousand elephants passes over me
which continuously presses me deeper and deeper to the earth's crust.

as i struggle to survive, my senses have magnified ten times (in a very bad way)--
the chirping of the birds is unbelievably loud and irritating;
the flowers are annoyingly colorful;
roasted garlic smells pungent rather than aromatic;
milk chocolates are much too milky; and
the summer sun burns me to the core.


i am feeling the death of my essence little by little.
music and i don't connect anymore--
a song has become just a song and a dance just a dance.
the two can no longer uplift me and worse
even my ever reliable cup of coffee fails to comfort my soul.
my every fiber fearfully awaits my impending doom.


i'm losing this battle. i'm losing my way.
loser. lost.