I am in an emergency. In a rush. I cannot think. I cannot feel. I am itchy to create. I am haunted. I am distracted. I am scattered. I am demolished.
Sometimes, most of the times, I miss making something. Moving my hands on pliers, combining stones and beads, screaming and talking nonsense in front of the microphone.
I do not need a yes or no. I do not need a smile or a frown. I do not need a password to let me keep going or a warn to stop me.
I just am exhausted. I just am smashed. I just am broken. I just am depressed. I just am all that.
And I do not know why or how to keep going. Or survive. Or stop.