My mind is bleeding with words. Every morning I would puke. I'm over thinking again. Only when I'm sleeping, I could taste serenity. Dreaming of things we could be. How interesting. Then I'll wake up with my demons kicking, I wish it'd stop obsessing.
-m.b
Do you get them too? When your mind won't shut up about possibilities, it makes you so scared that you'll throw up? Daily?