My mind is a vast space, crowded but not crowded, quiet and yet, so full of life.

A paradox, but mine.

If I had to give up all the lives, the colours, the places,

If I had to give up the dreams and stories,

If I had to give up the words that paint portraits, cadences that weave tapestries of tales churning in the heart, living multiple lives each day in the quiet of the psyche,

I'd rather have a millstone tied around my neck to drag me down to depths unkown.

~Apipim