The coffee sits half-drunk,
cold now,
and the screen glows with tasks—
things I’ve forgotten,
things I’m avoiding.

My mind never stops moving,
like a crowded street
too loud to hear my own thoughts,
too fast to catch my breath.

I shift in my chair,
check the time again,
but nothing changes.
It’s all just noise,
the hum of a world I can’t escape,
the weight of everything
and nothing
at once.

I try to sit still,
but my body remembers
the things I’ve missed,
the things I haven’t finished.

I close my eyes for a second,
but even then,
there’s a clock ticking,
a buzz in the background,
my mind still running.

Relaxation feels like
a distant island,
too far to reach,
too crowded with my thoughts
to ever be truly quiet.