my tears are evaporating into the cloudy surface that bubbles around my brain. With an overcast of grief and sadness, how do I see the sun's rays?
my brain is cemented into my head and can't escape because that is where it was made to be. But what if I want my brain to float freely through blue skies and the cotton clouds? It can not fly through gray clouds, for my brain will not be able to see anything.
the gray clouds create more fear and laughs as the thunder shakes my conscience and the lighting cracks the surface of my wilted brain.
these storms surrounding the currents of thoughts cause the lines that carry those currents to be broken
these storms will not leave until my brain can escape. But through all of the flurries that will never leave, how can it escape?