I can’t think or focus.
I am at a loss for words.
I am at loss for feeling.
I want to cry but tears won’t come.
I want to scream but I’m stuck in silence.
I simple can’t cope.
But I can color.
When my brain isn’t firing on all cylinders, I can color.
When words fail me and my memory is fleeing, I can color.
When I can’t cry, I can color.
When I can’t scream, punch a pillow or vent my frustrations, I can still color.
With a blank page and a box full of markers I can take the emptiness that is plaguing my mind and memory and fill it with color.
With a box of markers and a seat on my couch, I can embrace the simplicity of a child, empty myself of all my cant’s, and just color.
When I can’t cope I will choose to simply color instead.