Thinking, a lifeless part of life that scares me. Not because I think, but because I can’t stop the thoughts I think. During the day they can be manageable as distractions also come along, but deep in the night when everything’s quiet they get louder. My canthus aches from the weeping waters that have touched it. The weeping waters formed from the cruel thoughts that linger around. They swarm me like a bag of blood filled in an ocean of sharks. No escape. My head throbs from the overwhelming pain of the thoughts until i slip away into a sweet unconscious. How I wish I could feel that way forever, but off i wake into the next morning and the cycle repeats.
Think think think.
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