Pandemic

This itchy, dull, ceramic world can't hold the emotional roller that's burning across my chest. Once again I've had too much caffeine and the idea of answering to someone on the day that I have off is maddening.

I do not have patience or politeness when it comes to the single day which belongs to me. Even if I plan on nothing, it's still better than working. This high demand and wanting pushes me farther away. The emptiness, the black hole. The anger consumes me. I feel it inside me. The hurt, the fear, the rage. Something I've fought good and hard to bury is resurfacing. It won't be contained for much longer. I just need to get out and away from all these mother fuckers.