By Mac Guerreiro
It’s just a unpacking,
It’s not that much,
But it is,
And it hits me like tons of bricks,
Because my dishes aren’t done either,
And it feels that eye have no time,
It feels that it has to be done now,
Because eye can’t think with the chaos around,
Even though it’s my own creation,
My heart accelerates,
Eye start to hyperventilate,
What to do now?
When Eye’m already on the verge of a mental breakdown.