My mind is disgustingly decorated with thoughts that dont belong there.
There are so many of them in the way that I can barely stay aware of the thoughts that do belong.
Every now and then, though, when the sun is peeking through just right, and my perspective is how it should be, I can see them.
I can see those thoughts, those memories, those good feelings, those hopes, and remember why I decided to keep going.
YOU ARE READING
Mind's Eye
ContoJust a book with chapters that are my thoughts and feelings that I somehow try to express in words.
