Where will my mind find rest whilst in my weakest moments, what can restore my confined mind, scattered, and twisted, tormented thoughts. Pieces. Bitter sweet rhythm rings through the core of my ear, and my eyes start to wander, wind blowing aggressively through an open window, cold air fills the car. Tweak. What thoughts of a schizophrenic, do you find confinement in my words? Or does this already dimming interest leave you here?
Mind is in tatters
February 15, 2012