Lies

A mess of thoughts and emotions consumes me. For an hour, this thought; for another, the next one. Cyclic. My stomach is sick. I feel enslaved to something that is not me, as if I'm curled up in a little ball in the top of my head but something else controls my body and the rest of my mind.

Nothing I say makes much sense.

I know what I want but I've no way to get there.