School has restarted. But my brain has not.
A routine has been formed. My brain can not follow it.
Notes have been taken and questions done. I move on through textbooks and essays and yet my brain stays behind. As I am awake and exploring each new day, by brain sleeps on, blissfully unaware of its surroundings. I do not feel like myself anymore. There I sit, in a place where I once thrived and yet, nothing. Now, my mind is empty. The man talks. I use all of my strength to focus on his words. He asks me a question. I do not know what he has said. I stutter until he answers for me. I slump back in my chair and hope that I can evade any more questions. My brain is still. His words try to find a way in, but they ricochet and fly into the wind. Something blocks their path but I can not find a source. I myself am present but my mind is elsewhere. Not full of thoughts who jump at the chance to distract me. Empty. Quiet. Gone.
