day 28; I suppose this is what the damn pill is for

Fog settles sleepily,
dampening the spark of me,
smearing words on the walls of my brain.
here, I sit calmly
while she shatters the glass of my eyes.
concepts and colors
contort and kaleidoscope,
spinning apart and together again.
drifting, billowing thoughts come and go,
and not one thread connects to another.
Life is just an endless line of moments,
one coming right after another,
and there’s nothing scary about that.

Is there?