Disrupted

There is beauty in the disrupted and dysfunctional

Especially if you have been there yourself

Something about how their emotions become so tangled with their minds

There is such admiration in the struggle they endure to get to a point of calmness but then even at times it starts up again, the struggle, but in a less intense thought

The words become very visual that they must be written

The chaos is no longer chaos but the way of living

Pulling breath to speak daily is no longer an issue

It comes natural but then there are those days that no one understands them

The thoughts that are walking around in their head is too deep for some