Along the blinding bright lights, I sit with such darkness.
Numb from my toes to the tips of my fingers.
I cannot feel a thing.
These cloudy thoughts that make my brain feel as if it were on fire.
The burn of frustration flowing through my veins.
I can hear every thought even as they travel along; a thousand miles an hour.
These lost thoughts rush through my brain almost as if they were searching for shelter.
And what a darker place is there to hide in other than on my mind.
Shelter they seek. Shelter they find.
I can hear them all.
And amongst the loud thoughts a rush of peace flows along.
Beautiful silence.
My mind is full and empty all at once.
And amongst the silence; I can hear them all.
A tour inside my mind 