I wish I could put into poetic words how my life is getting more and more chaotic. I wish I could beautifully say just how I'm falling apart. But I can't. It's crude, it's disastrous. It's not poetic, it's not beautiful. Maybe in years to come it will be. Right now, my head is going to explode and it all hurts so much. I can't do this.

You have no idea.
You have no idea, I feel sick, I feel swamped.

"And when love speaks,
The voice of all the gods,
Make heaven drowsy with the harmony."
Shakespeare