I see, I feel
Chaos, confusion.
My brain, 
s C a T t E r E d
among deadlines and priorities. 
When my chaos ceases,
What obstacle am I then to face?

Colors, tones,
representing my perplexing change of moods.
Overcome with anger,
Happiness,
sadness?
Tired and confused
Most likely.

Everything,
fitting together,
Puzzle-like.
So why does it feel
just
the 
opposite.

My mind,
claustrophobic;
surrounded by thoughts, 
worries. 
I am prepared,
for any day now
it will
explode.

Inspired by an Elizabeth Murray Painting from MOMA