I'm sat on my bed, feeling lost. You've never seen a more depressing scene. I crack my knuckles and my neck gives way. My head falls back down and leaves my eyes staring aimlessly at the floor. My brain slams against the sides of my head but I feel nothing. I can feel the pounding yet it doesn't hurt. The grip on my shirt increases as my fists clench in stress. My phone goes off. Then silence. Back to the only sound I hear being my head slamming and fighting itself. My head raises from its broken state and peers around the room. I barely lift myself and push open the window. Fresh air rushed in and I choked on the sudden burst of life.
I cough uncontrollably and my hands fiddle with a pen left on my windowsill. Thoughts rush in along with the air. Slowly I manage to catch some of the refreshing substance. My head cleared and my hands loosened their grip. I hear crackling of Thunder and I look up at the sky. Don't let this be it. Don't let the cleanliness be washed away. I turn and fall back to my bed. I clench onto the pillows beside me and the sound of thunder crashing and slamming the surrounding ground makes me tremble.
I crack my knuckles and buckle down to whats supposedly keeping me up at night. I scribble down notes of my thoughts and those who surround them and how they effect them. Every single person. Next page. Another person. Another negative. Another negative. Another negative. The overwhelming amount of people. Wind rushes in and clears my thought process and flings paper across the walls. Why this. Why again. I lean back in my seat and leave the wind to carry and destroy what I've been working on. I'm finally losing control.
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My Thoughts
De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
