the haze of may

05/23/2010

i can't push this haze out of my mind.
      when i read my books the words don't stick.
      i'm hungry but nothing sounds edible.
      i sleep but i still feel exhausted.

my small list of things to do
      feels too overwhelming

i have slipped into that space
      where i can't forgive myself
where i expect perfection
where i can't settle for less
where i want to escape
where i criticize myself over little things ((that seem like big things))

i want to push this haze away

why can't i push it away?