September 1, 2017 by Moony
Hiding in a bathroom stall because it’s the only escape I can make. Knees curled to my chest and gasping breath tethers me to a worl I don’t know a thing about.
It’s as if the tiny threads that pulled me forward snapped. Broke from too much stress and too much to do and never enough time.
I have to hide. For a few minutes. Before I twist the broken strings into some semblance of a put together person.