OVERTHINKING

by Xanthippi Giotopoulou

My thoughts feel like multiple threads with no ends, and with knots twisted over and over and getting tangled up

My thoughts feel like a messy bun with hair all over a little bit tangled no comb being able to brush it properly reminding me of straw or a bird’s nest

My thoughts feel like a net thrown at the sea by a fisherman but instead of fish, it’s full of trash and rocks. There are no seashells for me to collect.

My thoughts feel like a heavy bag, a bag containing a lot of things some of them are useful, while others are not some of them are light, while others are heavy

My thoughts feel like a road with traffic, with no traffic lights that work many cars are stuck in it some drivers are mad some others are bored

My anxiety rises like my chest is rising for a breath like something vital for the self to function, like something effortless for my head to feel