Foggy days are like that…

I feel like some days I am living in a haze. The haze that makes me feel like I am trying to get out of a maze. Where will I go, what will I do, my head is spinning I just keep thinking about you.

Trying to focus on daily tasks, when people look at me, all they see is my mask. The mask of home, work and friends….when does it all end. I just want to rest, just take a breath. A breath that doesn’t feel like death.

Tonight I will try to sleep, count those sheep as they leap. I need to close my eyes, does anyone out there empathize?