The Chaos Inside.

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Parts 27
Time 33m

Reads 1,586
Votes 156
Parts 27
Time 33m

Absurd may be the tale I tell
    Ill-suited to the marching times
    I loved the lips from which it fell
    So let it stand among my rhymes
                                                       -John Keats.
    It is difficult to get a hold of what's going on inside my head. I do not talk much. Maybe that is why I find it so difficult to marshal my thoughts. When I put it out on paper, it somehow starts making a little sense. 
    Sense calms me down. It tries to settle the chaos inside my head.
    Not too much, mind. 'Cause that scares me. Too much sense can get too boring too fast.
    I let the chaos rule my head. The whirlpool of words and voices makes me feel alive.All Rights Reserved

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Absurd may be the tale I tell
    Ill-suited to the marching times
    I loved the lips from which it fell
    So let it stand among my rhymes
                                                       -John Keats.
    It is difficult to get a hold of what's going on inside my head. I do not talk much. Maybe that is why I find it so difficult to marshal my thoughts. When I put it out on paper, it somehow starts making a little sense. 
    Sense calms me down. It tries to settle the chaos inside my head.
    Not too much, mind. 'Cause that scares me. Too much sense can get too boring too fast.
    I let the chaos rule my head. The whirlpool of words and voices makes me feel alive.

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