Prickly bits of feeling
tendrils reaching out
sensitive and raw
bewildered
confusion abounds
energy a jumble
sulking and uneased
take caution
not to pierce the skin
of those around you
please
it’s not their fault
you’re out of sorts
so pause a moment
just breathe

I haven’t even been home a week, and though I stayed caught up the entire time I was gone, somehow I am horribly behind again.
I really do try to keep up, babe. I hate falling behind like this.
Now then…tell me why you’re feeling so vulnerable and prickly and out of sorts, hm? It’s important and I think it has something to do with me.
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