It’s always there.
Trying to seep in when I am trying to be productive.
Trying to ooze into my life and create chaos.
During those times when I am not at my best.
Those times when my body aches and my brain hurts.
Those times when I am emotionally drained and fallen.
But I still hold up.
I am not alone.
I am responsible for more than myself.
I am taken by others.
I am running out of myself.
In creeps the static.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I find myself again.
Even for a moment so I can regain myself.
Escaping the static yet again.
But it is always there.