My Mind

My mind is constantly running. It’s overflowing with thoughts and worries and anxieties. The attic of my mind is filled with boxes, collecting dust. Boxes everywhere. It’s time to clean. It’s time to get rid of it. Get rid of it all. I want them all out. I want to be able to sit in the attic with nothing inside it. In fact, I want to get rid of the attic itself.

My mind is a waterfall. The current is strong. It takes and takes. It sweeps up everything. It does not forgive but it forgets. I’m drowning in the waterfall. I don’t want to drown and I don’t want to swim. I want to float. I want to float with the current without a care in the world. The waterfall must fall and come to an end. It knows that. It doesn’t want to. It fights it. I don’t want to fight it anymore, I want to flow with the current until the end. I want to float until it’s over, aware of the drop, the abyss, that is to come, but unbothered.

I like to write poetry.