Jul 2020
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.
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.
My thoughts don't listen to me. I am a prisoner in my own mind. I am lost in a world of my own making. But I will look in the mirror and remind myself that I will make it.
Yours,
Celestia.
Yours,
Celestia.
