Welcome to my head space
Not everyone can relate.
I sit alone in silence
with a stone look on my face.

I wonder what it would feel like if I didn’t have to think, if only these thoughts would dissipate and eradicate this headache.

I wish that I could scream but
It even hurts to blink.
It even hurts to write these words in disappearing ink.

Although I close my eyes,
I pretend my eyes are open.
I turn off all the lights as I put these words in motion.

I grab a pillow and began to scream
Just to break the silence.
I think I finally realize what it means to be compliant.

Compliant to the inner war I have within myself. Compliance to all the negative thoughts I wish that I could shelf.

Wouldn’t it be nice to take a thought and pen it in a book? And place it on a shelf so you didn’t have to look?

An inner room with multiple shelves and books from wall to wall.
An infinite room that has no limit
a room to hold them all.

Each thought would have a space to relate to the next intended thought. Where thoughts and memories merge as one
And infinitely never stop.

I compartmentalize every Thought and place it in a room and only open the door if I absolutely have too.

Otherwise I keep it shut and throw away the key.
Hoping to forget the memories
Hoping to be set free.

Praying that this infinite room can absorb my every thought.

Hoping that these Books and doors
never open
Always shut.

© JustAnotherInkling🎨