Overwhelmed

Sitting on my heels, legs bent at the knees.

Torso lunging forward, supported weakly by elbows parked on the floor.

Palms propping the jaws with fingers almost covering my expressionless face.

Blank eyes seeing through the gap between the index and ring fingers.

Neither looking nor not looking into the space in front.

Attending to a solemn, inert, heavy silence that pervades this moment.

With the whizzing orrery of thoughts in my mind snapping to a freeze, briefly.

Overwhelmed.