My mind

Enough introspection. Lamenting, ruminating thoughts like a broken tape recorder in my mind. Should've, could've, maybes all equal


And in my mind words are weapons, they linger until every syllable is pronounced, enunciated, and with every breath i take, a thought dissapears

and my mind is a blank canvas for a second, a minute, thirty more seconds

and like clockwork, the train arrives again.



In my mind there is a factory, mechanical arbitrary rules that produce and maximize efficiency, it is a place where thoughts are categorized, processed, and manufactured

and every once in a while, it stops, silence, the chemicals in my body halt the assembly line, for a few hours, precious hours,

and like clockwork, the production starts again.


In my mind, there is a battle, of epic proportions, between the sweet voices of purity, and the voices of my inner darkness.

and the voices are both soothing, comforting

and the quarrel stops, when my eyes are shut, when the moonlit sky sedates the restless adversaries, morning comes

and like clockwork, the fight begins again


I wait for the train to pass, for the production to halt, for the battle to subside,

and when it does,

I begin to live again.