I wish I could control my mind
It used to be that the neurons in my head coexisted and fired according to my desires and benefit.
However lately the latticework that makes up my synapses are less like the neural network and more like a prison my personality now exists in.
There is a cloud and it lingers... heavy and gray; it brings upon sadness. It's always a cloudy day and life's hurdles bring upon the rain of emotions that now spoil the sun away. I miss the sun. The thunderstorm triggered causes destruction and storms that I fear if let free, will ruin my life.
Thus, I'm trapped in here with it.
The floodwaters pour and slowly ebb away at the last land of solidarity as I try to maintain my most important relationship. I love her but I feel powerless to keep her. Plans for good intentions blow up in my face... woe is me. I hope she can see past failures at true intentions - nope! The prison bars grow and the chains tighten.
I'm trapped in here with desires of being good enough.
I miss the sun.
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In pursuit of the Sun
RomanceThere come times in our lives where we don't know if we'll ever see the sun again. Sometimes the mind can resemble more of a prison that we can come to exist in if we let it.
