Recently "rediscovered" this writing of 2014, however re-titled, & added last line 2017 |
{Originally titled "Scurrying thoughts" Written by me 06/12/2014 Re-titled 09/10/2017 (not much re-written, added the last line)} Dedicated to all author's An Author's torment Deep in the recesses of my mind where panthers roam, there is a forest of thoughts and contemplations that burrow forever until the day that which I came to be. In the midst of that forest, where fairies arise from lilies, and dragons flood the skies; I sit below the only willow tree. This is the domain that I call my home, away from reality, from the stresses of life. Thoughts are like dragonflies scattered in the wind. I have to collect them and what a tedious task it is. Not every dragonfly is easily caught. Upon gathering of the thoughts, I can now relax, breathe, and use my mind to unlock more discoveries, When discovering new traits and personalities, I find something that interests me. Personality traits, I have many. My personalities line up inside my head like that of a mixed breed dog. Some are friendly, nice, loving; some are rabid, angry, and dark. Some of them are dull and unknowing. And there are some that are so blank and muddled that I feel lost and confused. These are the thoughts that I am not sure I can call a thought at all. Like a deer staring at light, should I stay or should I go? These thoughts burden my mind and cause me stress. Distraught and tangled in a monotonous conglomerate, I am smothered in my own mind thinking. Rest. Clear my mind. What a better way do so but to sleep. Yet sleep always eludes me. |