Rasheedah Thompson

Suitcase Full of Flowers

I do not know why I cannot sleep without my old school over the ear headphones on, snuggled in a blanket with the heat on and the window open as the cold air hits my face and the heat envelopes me. I also cannot fall asleep without the sounds of the rain beaming through these headphones to calm me as I sleep. The last four days have been very rough for me. I’ve switched careers which was about the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. With constant thoughts of if I was cut out to work in the health care field and I can’t even stand the sight of blood but I want to help. I know that I am an artist at heart, from the tip of my toes to the crown of my skull I was meant for so much more than this. Yes I want to help but is losing myself worth it. I started having the worst dreams four days ago and I was for sure it had everything to do with my career choices.