some days are better than others,
functioning takes less of a toll
and the world's weight doesn't feel as heavy on my shoulders.
but there are also days where it fills me up to the brim.
it almost feels as if i will burst open at the seams and release all of these things,
these terrible, terrible things that permeate my existence.
i wish there was a way to rid of them,
but these are not like mice crawling under floor boards.
instead they are sitting inside my lungs like unwanted house guests,
ready to strike at any given moment.
they are not like mice because there is no poison that can eliminate their company.
so for now i am stuck with the sensation of them gnawing away at my bones,
until i can get a better exterminator.
