You are a thought terrorist. I can't go on a walk lay in my own bed or have a conversation without you there. You have hijacked my eyelids you linger in my mind -its maddening! Maybe with these words I can cut you from my head and trap you in paper. You can not become my background music or the rhythm of my soul -its MINE! Yet still, I think of you. Why do I do this to myself? If you are the terrorist, I hope I am not the plane going down.