Sometimes it's all I can do to just put my fingers to the keyboard. Forget the dishes, the laundry, the random bits of life clinging to every corner of every room. I am surrounded by a constant roar of voices, of needs. Hunger, dirt, desire...threatening to swallow me up. I am frozen.
Sometimes, I can't listen. I can't get dressed. I can't cook. Sometimes I just fail.
Sometimes being patient is doing whatever you can in the meantime. But sometimes, I can't do even that.
Please don't scream. Please don't get sick. Please, don't need me.
A tiny army of insignificant things have marched on my soul. Tomorrow, I will try and brush them off, but today...
I am frozen.