Some days my head is so loud and the world is so quiet.
I prefer it that way you know.
Only hearing my own chaos while secluded from the rest of yours.
My mind races faster than my brain can find the proper manila folder.
Emotions try to manage this office and they should quiet rightly be fired.
I want more than anything on these days,
to find someone to bring into my world.
Only a few exist out there that qualify.
Only a few that would enjoy the space I think.
My mind is a maze.
It's very easy to get lost, sidetracked, backtracked, soundtracked, Lion King. Nathan Lane. Mulberry Lane. Pillsbury dough-boy, biscuits have too many calories.
But back to the point.
Emotions gushing from my heart hot off the press.
They are not to be trusted. The editors have their own agenda.
I need a secondary source of thought sandbags.
I need to feel your flow criss-cross mine.
It's lonely alone in my head.
This playground feels like it's quarantined.
