My thoughts pour out of my mind in torrents.
But not onto paper, my keyboard, or into a basin that may one day fill...
They fall to the ground
I can almost hear them shatter around me as they fall
They are almost like water, but not
More like an Acidic liquid
They fall to the floor, but do not stay there
Through the floor they seep
Into the foundation of my home
And there they ripen and mature
Soon they rise back up into the air
And as i sleep, they fill my mind.... again
I will soon dream dreams best forgotten
Dreams that scour and scourge my mind
Dreams that purge all reason and logic from my concience
Dreams... Left for Dreamers.
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