Brain Hemorrhage
November 23, 2006 by estelaaque
My mind is screaming! Stop. I need time to think. Wrong. Not think think. I need to process my thoughts. There is too much that I feel my head has grown the size of a giant watermelon. It’s heavy and it’s wearing me down.
Happy. Reality. Complicated. Surprise. Fate. Youth. Regrets. Hopeful. Rituals. Pain. Right. Accepting. Holding on. Habit. Bittersweet. Good times. Carpe diem. Stress. Obligation. Things to do. Responsibility. Never. Unrequited. Sincerity. Wrong. Letting go. Lost. Sad. Miss. Keeping busy. Destiny. Karma. Luck. Past. Together. Pictures. Longing. Emails. Skeletons. Mementos. Diaries. Tarot. Best friends. Future. Officemates. Family. Love. Dreams. Memories. What if’s. Things to Consider. Alone. Always. 20. Chance. Present. Growing old. Doing what I can. 25. Work. Losing. Understanding. Wishlist. Coffee.
It goes on. It’s endless. Each thought merges into another. Every question begets another. Every logical answer leaves a doubt. And the mind is once again screaming. Thinking helps?
Go back to the mundane. Really? I can be dense. But I can never be unfeeling.
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24 november 2006
