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.