Deepthinking one’s inner thoughts..over tasking the brain ..locked inside our mind’s eye is an ever blind strain.. Nobody but yourself know’s what churns in one’s head.. caught up in confusion amidst the comfort of your bed

Like the pendlum on a clock dropping down to the floor..spiralling
situations til’ one can’t take anymore..help may be at hand tho not til’ the morning light..lying wide awake agonising betwixt the darkness of the night..one miniscule thought in those wee small hours magnifies to a torrential flood from just April showers..pitter patter pitter dripping in drops.. your deep thinking will never cease until anxiety stops