4:17pm

Even when I am alone I am not

Outside forces whisper urgently

Others' energies

And what am I to do

I control everything and nothing

I run in circles

Effecting others' lives

Not my own

The wind knocks on my door

I dare not let it in for I am near hysteria

And the last thing I need is swept away

Everything past 4:17pm has gone to hell

And I have no solutions

Or energy

I will go to them 

My fellow artists

Perhaps something good can still come of this night

I look like hell but I will go anyway

Like I said I would

Maybe I should start saying no

I will bring my paints and a mug

Maybe answers will be waiting

Sleep is a sweet elixir

But too often I over indulge 

Not tonight

From this night color will arise

For tired as I am

Emotions run high