My mind never felt so open.
Though, never so closed in my existence
of life.  So much things to write,
but no words that match with what I wanted to say.
Never quite blending the way I have it
in my head.  My thoughts thrashed against
these walls of a small apartment.
Everything making a sound as it hit the
four surrounding walls.  
The words collided as they try to find their spot in my sentences.
Crashing into each other causing mayhem but a certain beauty
at the the same time.
Discombobulated emotions try to make
its way from my heart to my mind. Causing the biggest clutter
that maybe I can't fix. Maybe, just maybe I can sort
it out.  As soon as I grabbed my filing folders to get started.
The walls began to rumble as it started breaking down around me.
Caving me in.
I closed my eyes tightly to welcome the dark,
to let it absorb everything in its vastness.
Swallowing me whole.
Eyes wide open, the room is back into one piece.
I wish I was lucky to say that my mind survived.
It's now a sloppy goop running out of my ears and
down to the floor where the rug is absorbing every last
bit of it.
Leaving my head hollow and as fragile as the china
that sits in your grandmothers cabinet.