My brain has not had space for my own words lately.

There is so much external that occupies it.

Schedules. Deadlines. Budgets. Spreadsheets. Exams.Children arguing. Dinner cooking.

So much space is filled with other.

Some universe spills over into mine, and I have no choice but to deal with it.

Only to realize that my own center has been pushed out to one side.

Compressed.

Into a tiny, dense ball.

With so much matter swirling inside.

Building up pressure.

I don’t want to say that an explosion is imminent.

Because that is the expected response.

I don’t want to go the route of a black hole either.

Because honestly, I don’t want to deal with whatever crap may get sucked in.

I want to wander far away enough

From the debris of those other universi (yes, I made up that word)

To a place where I can concentrate on my center.

And find my words again.