My Cup Runneth Over

Today I am being gentle with myself.
My cup runneth over,
With the fears and doubts,
The anxiety and regrets,
The slights and misunderstandings,
Of all those I have been around.
I am a giant sponge,
Who has absorbed their energy.
Now I am alone,
In quiet space,
To let it all out.
So perhaps then,
I can be refilled,
By being with those,
Who have the vitality for living.

Losing Connection.

It is only when either of us lose sight of the other.

The bond is broken,

For just a moment....

 

Together,

And we are in the throws of a sensory maelstrom of touch.

But I am full to over flowing.

And I lose sight of you.

 I am alone.

And that is when the demons,

Of overstimulation leak out,

Through these tiny cracks.

I re visit the sensory conglomeration,

That is my overstimulated life,

Breakdown,

And cry.