There are days
You know the ones I mean…
When the whole world feels like
Just. Too. Much.
Too much noise.
Too many people.
Too many feelings flying around like
Dandelions caught in a strong breeze
But out there is so daunting
Because in here is a maelstrom
I am a tornado
I keep the blinds drawn because if people saw through these round blue windows that separate me from the rest of the world
They would see my madness
They would observe my chaos and run
Occasionally I draw back my blinds
Gaze out at the world
And occasionally, someone gazes back
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