It’s NOON & my mind ticks off the many things 2 do today.
I have songs 2 sing, bills 2 pay & many calories 2 burn b4 I sleep.
Making eggs? Took one hour.
-How do people *do* this?
I’m stressed & full of self-judgment.
-Little Voices in my head, lobbying FOR me 2 believe that I cannot find my way back 2 a “Real Life.”
(But, I mean, really? How much more “real” can life get than *brain surgery?*)
It’s cruel 2 be cruel 2 oneself & yet:
Witness me, fighting myself.
-And witness me, fighting back.
(It gets kind of confusing in here, really.)
“Bee vs. Bee:
THE MOYAMOYA SMACKDOWN.”
My mind is louder than a cage full of monkeys.
…All fighting over the same banana.
…I better go eat the damn thing (my “Fr-Omelet”, not a banana), b4 I end up with the added indignity of *cold* egg on my face.
That’d be *just* spectacular.