elhaanad
Too much to think
I think, then think of thinking still.
A restless mind I cannot still.
What if? What then? What could have been?
A whisper turns into scream,
a quiet doubt becomes a theme.
I try to breathe to let things go,
but even silence start to glow.
Still in this storm, a truth is hiding,
not every thought is worth abiding.
Some question bloom to deceive,
it’s brave to pause, and then leave.
Just don’t let it trick you.