The mess, it’s in my head. So organized in chaos. The Holocaust of thoughts evermore rape the mind. Unwilling, unrelenting, and never changing. Flow like a river, raging like a supernova. Calm them, see them, confront them. Find the peace in the pieces. Floods of emotion lost at sea. Upon a raft with its back turned on me. For a moment in time there is hope. But hope breeds desire, desire beds expectations which breed pain and failure. Winds blow, and rain ever present. Gray upon the horizon, turn sail, set course for a happier hemisphere.
~ Mistake Not… For I am Not ~