The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Glance Inside This Old Head of Mine

Thoughts run around within my head.
I can
Never seem to tell
What exactly is happening.

The thoughts conflict.
Contradict.

A contsant buzz....
Buzz..

I have wonderful things happening in my head.
Concepts without words.
It gets hard to handle.

Emotions are hard to keep in line.
Often they become overwhelming.
Feeling so many different things.

How do people stay sane?

How do people project "being okay"?

This head of mine needs help
To stop spinning.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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