I stay up late each night,
staring into the darkness of my room.
I get ****** into the endless thoughts my mind holds captive.
Have you ever thought about how hard it must be for our brains to hold as many thoughts, feelings, and information as it does?
It's beyond me, that smoke hasn't come from my ears yet,
from the burning of my mind racing back and forth.
It's like an exercise. but for the mind.
If you were to put a brush in my hand and a canvas in my lap and told me to draw my heart,
I'd have a painting of my worst nightmare,
losing myself in the process of losing you.
You wouldn't be able to make out what you see unless I were to tell you.
And I guess that's why I don't get too deep into my thoughts and feelings. Because how I'm I supposed to explain to you my mind,
when I can't even comprehend it myself?