thoughts clouded my mind
like paint from a brush
diffusing in clear water
clouding it
tarnishing it.
my veins pulsed
my blood rushed
i shook, silently
but violently
like an aeroplane in turbulence
storm clouds veiled my subconscious.
caught in a mindless trap
i spinned
was it me? or my thoughts?
i swallowed one
i swallowed two
i swallowed threefourfive
the vacancy sign once dull and unlit
now flickered
like a burnt out motel
the thoughts slipped away
the storm clouds were blown away
by stray winds
the begrimed water drained.
the aeroplane had landed
or had kept flying it's own path?
empty and vacant
tranquil and windless
sad and spiritless.
is this sanity
or is this death?
