perhaps the decision today is that there is no decision today

please just hold me take my thinking my spiralling my indecision fabricated by conflicting priorities take my aches and cheek-biting i’m so tired of the more the next the not right or at least not right enough all this thinking thinking thinking thinking THINKDIHNB i want to move stuck still i want to wake up snooze my alarm i want to eat well too much or not at all or make it up with movement i turn tools into weapons instruments with their melody into cacophonic crowds so loud it’s silent.