| Insanities
pollutes my mind; twirling around, conjuring my
eradication. The differentiation between sane and not, eludes me continuously. The dark corners of my mind beckon to be embraced; visited often. Words and ideas dance though my head, like kids on speed. Hallucinations play to blur the line separating what is real and not. Emotions are toying with my mind, confusing what was really said. Insecurities as I scour through feelings, real or made up, I know not. Paranoia has take residence; in the place where sanity once lived. Oh my failing mind; abandon me not; for even unstable, you serve me still. Sense may take time to find its way home; but it does return… sometimes. Pace yourself, take your time; but calculate as best you can. Come home… I wait for your sweet return; patiently! |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |