a mess

my mind's a mess quite literally and thoughts just stop inside of me

they can't get out
they don't exist makes me feel like I, too, miss (the essence of my being)

they are so loud and just won't stop feels like crowds a l l a r o u n d

I sure know, this does not make sense

they're loud and (gone) and everywhere and inter-rupted and meaningless and fast and s l o w and so important and trapped inside and not even (t)here and leaving too fast and still non existent.

but in the end, they're all I have.