Glued & Screwed

Just give me a a moment to collect my thoughts.
Just give me some space.
Just give me a second.
Just give me a lifetime.

There's never enough time to think but then again it's all I ever do.
Can't escape your own head.
Everything is a disease, a diagnosis, a disorder.
ODD, ADD, Depressed, Manic, PTSD, Bi-Polar, Addict, Grieving.
12 steps. The stages of grieving. Forgiveness. Trauma.
When did we start diagnosing emotions and validating feelings?
Labels can be read easily enough but labels don't always make things easier to understand.

I'm not a box of cake mix.
I'm not an electronic device.
I'm not a piece of furniture from IKEA.
I don't come with instructions written conveniently in 3 languages.
You can't press 1 for English.
You can't label me, sell me, put me together or take me apart.
I don't come with spare nuts and bolts.
I don't come prepackaged with glue and screws.
You can't Google me to figure out how I work.
There's no "How To" video of me on You-Tube.
 I'm not for purchase, for hire, or for human consumption.

I'm a drug risk category  C.
My benefits may or may not outweigh my side effects.
I'm 95% organic, mostly non-GMO, somewhat all natural, partially biodegradable, lab tested non-toxic.
100% human with humanity removed for safety purposes. 
Not recommended for children under 3 or adults over 60.
I'm not for women who are pregnant or may become pregnant.
I may contain nuts or other allergens.
I have small pieces that may pose a choking hazard.
I require adult supervision.

I am truth.
I am lies.
I am living.
I am breathing.

Exclusions may apply.













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