Crises come to a peak and erupt
Unpredictably, littering the normalcy of life
With small things like broken dishes, cardboard
Boxes, miles and miles of highway, and
A brain flooded with gray days and rain
In the middle of May. Spring comes late as
We wash away the New Year that has been
Five months delayed, always begging to
Start over. The world is spinning and so am
I. I lie awake in another bed that isn’t mine,
Another city, another room compartmentalized
With my belongings and hum affirmations:
I have always been a little bit insane.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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