Her brain is always overcrowded.
Thoughts and dreams and half-written poems have taken over her mind.
Her soul is made of the ramblings of a nearly mad wanderer who has been confined for too long.
Questions and doubts and anxieties plague each of her waking moments.
Stress and worries ruin the rest.
Her mind is filled with chaos and her heart with mayhem, and she would trade both for a chance to breathe freely.

'I learned today that voices never truly disappear, they just get diffused throughout our world. I could not help but marvel at the sheer beauty of that fact, could not help but wonder about the volume is that are hidden in silence. Every single war cry, and every wish for peace, each jubilant shout and each sorrowful moan, all the screams of hatred and all the whispers of love surround us wherever we are, like a hand reaching across space and time to hold ours. A message sent across the void saying 'I was here too.' giving comfort to those who seek it. Knowing that long after I am gone, this world will still hold my voice and words, gives me some peace in this chaos.'