I can't get out of my head today.
Every time I try to leave, I'm overcome with the feeling that I've forgotten something.
I go room to room, in my head.
- throwing pillows
-lifting papers
-sifting through pieces of me, strewn about my bedroom.
I get the feeling that what I'm looking for is myself. I seem to have forgotten parts in every room.
How can one person hold onto so much stuff?
Frantically, I search for my missing pieces, just to get out of my mind for a minute.
It's like trying to leave the house and thinking you left the stove on -- even if you can convince yourself you turned it off, a part of you will keep reminding you that your house is burning down.
You can't get very far with one foot in the door.
So maybe it's just better to stay in my head today.
Every time I try to leave, it's clear that I'm not myself.
