back on the island

I feel like writing something, but typical me, it’s not surfacing

loneliness isolating

I am my mother’s ground, because I am closest to her currently in this space?

she is electrically wired

There is such an intense, fatal, feeling of loneliness with the same force and pull of sleep being around the border of someone’s hysteria

It’s taunting me

I fear having this effect on anyone

Place barricades like pillows

She placed pillows as barricades

i feel pushed past exhaustion into hysteria these days, it goes back and forth

just from my own lack of sleep, im not that busy

i just want to feel normal