enough

so much all the time... it's a little bit like a drug, like an addiction. it's difficult to put down the spinning, falling, tumbling days. it's difficult to go without at first, but then when the quiet begins to settle in, it's warm and safe. i remember now. i remember what it's like to hear myself think and for there to be space in between the sounds in my head. time for the dust to settle, for the chaos to gently float to the ground and then what's still standing is me
and what i feel
and what i believe
and what i know to be true.