My mind is a motor that knows no end.
It doesn't slow down.
It is in this constant motion:
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
It is weighed down by what
appears to be this endless train of thought.
The real burden is that it is
**** near impossible to convert these thoughts
to ink on a page.
I just stare at my paper.
Perhaps I'll try another day.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
My mind is a motor that knows no end.
It doesn't slow down.
It is in this constant motion:
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
rotating.
It is weighed down by what
appears to be this endless train of thought.
The real burden is that it is
**** near impossible to convert these thoughts
to ink on a page.
I just stare at my paper.
Perhaps I'll try another day.
