A myriad of thoughts spiral in my mind.
My thoughts are an unwound and knotted rope,
Twisting and tearing, tearing and shredding.
My current state of confusion sometimes leaves me numb.
Numb and cold.
Burning in gray flames of sensitivity.
These thoughts to numerous to fit in side my human mind,
My weak, human ,
Mind.
Confused so easily,
Multitasking at all times,
Never solving problems, only causing confusion.
As the fall ground
Leaves subduing the soft earth,
Plummeting from enormous pillars of living wood.
Growing,
Changing,
Dieing while growing
Being so cruel to the soft gentle earth.
Piling on top the earth.
My mind thinks as the earth
