by Cally

knots. stomach knots... knots in my head... just take a bite or take a drink it hurts to swallow i say. Moving forward I call to see if they would let me work extra this week. Take a bite consume something force it down my throat. The pain has turned to numbness. Knots all the way to the tips of my fingers. My goodness how did i get here? They say life is short but it feels long without you. I struggle through a deep raging ocean trying to get to shore. I wonder when the sea of my soul will calm herself down.. when will the waves reside? In a big circus-like tent full of loud noises and colored balls that kids throw themselves into I can not reach the top. I try to make myself through but there is a wall when i reach the edges. Knots. I got to untie them. I got to.

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