My thoughts form organically
Flowing paths like rivers
The easiest way is down
So down we go
Breath held
And eyes shut
This machine doesn't sleep
Chugging in spirals
blowing off steam
Red lines run through conscious minds
And walls are built around panic triggers
I'm always waiting...
Stave it off for a moment
While I catch my breath
Strive to deal chronologically
But sequences are only patterns
And those are fabrics of being
I am what I am
I've only started seeing..