I claim to be perfect, well at least inside of my head
But I fear my mind is a scary place, always questioning
It’s a visionary’s dream, or a lover’s death
It’s exhausting to be constantly trying to maintain a feeling of knowing
What is truth? I still don’t know
I always give in to the gravity of my thoughts
They travel down to deep, dark graves
Underground condominiums built up of my past
There’s this constant buzzing, a nagging in my ears
I am never allowed any moments of silence
This state of annoyance building up my trepidation
Unnerving the glow of energy I’m building within
I am grateful for surprise moments of relaxation and writing. <3
I really like the line, ‘I always give into the gravity of my thoughts.’ I often feel that way.
Thank you! I often find that when I don’t keep my mind busy, I start this super cliche downward spiral into a negative oblivion. I’m working on changing that though
I get lost in my mind sometimes haha