Cobalt blue curtains
distort the morning light
so I feel like I'm in a fish bowl
caught and swimming around
silently
a sad distance between
me and the world
breathing only in heavy sobs
that send bubbles of air to the surface
submerged feelings
heavy on me, heavy on you
Long time... The meds prevent me from knowing myself. Now I can't distinguish what you describe above from heartburn. Stability or integrity? (You're amazing, by the way).
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