Sometimes,
when within, I give in,
I let my thoughts free, free from the shackles of my mind and they find themselves out here, in the world. On the outside, they float around my face, around my nose they drift magically. So enthusiastic, they smile and swim so swiftly…but
I cannot breath.
My mind fails me,
my thoughts have escaped me.
And it is then, without them that I cannot understand how to say simple things, how to understand simple things.
My thoughts want to help, they try to leap into the minds of those in front of me. Only they are tied down by an invisible string.
In my terror, my intended meanings fade into the emptiness. I am hopeless.
They soon realise that they do more damage on the outside, I cannot decide – I’m impaired without my thoughts.
When they look back, they see me, my pain, and they realise… oh how bad they must feel! They stare at me for a while and start to cry, and then they rush to enter my mind again.
Know inside, they wonder with heads hung low, Knowing that they cannot do that again, as it doesn’t help me.
My mind remains, uncertain, not knowing how to express these thoughts.