I have thoughts unmerciful and they play crosswords in my mind. How won’t they understand that they are not welcome? If only I could tell my thoughts to stop beating in the main hall of my brain. I have no control on these thoughts, they live a life of their own. There’s no telling them anything.
So, if I can’t beat them, I join them. I entertain them and give them wings to fly high. Do you think that my thoughts are good to be thought of? They are unpleasant with thorns aplenty and they scare my form of existence. Mind over matter they say. Absolutely, and they take over me like a plague.
They are of dark origin, they are prickly in nature and play dark scenario after dark scenario in my frame. Born from fear, bright with paranoia, these thoughts tease and tell me stories that are better left untold. The questioning thought ‘what if’ is the scariest sort for there are a million ‘what ifs’ that could pose as various combinations and probabilities. It would be perhaps a lifetime to go over each one to unravel each outcome.
An idol mind is a devil’s workshop. But is it really idol? For I feel consumed with a busy mind, thoughts meandering through the head leaving tracks and bruises in the subconscious compartment. And oh, please no, these bruises will take the form of my dreams at night to which I will jolt with awakedness and sit at my bed side to allow my thoughts to consume my mind for the remaining hours of the dark night…
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