Mind Theives

In the obscurity, but not such habitual darkness, with the light dancing across my moonlit face, I drift in the wind. It carefully carries me to the shore; the waters edge. My reflection is unbearable. I don't know who I am anymore. But still, here, I come to think. Imagine, reflect, feel, and consider. Everything in all and through all. Despite the fact that all is acceptable and beautiful, things are to be accomplished. The wind is quick to snatch up my thoughts before brought into consideration; brought to my attention, and are obliterated from my mind. I am now perplexed and multifaceted. I begin to argue with myself. Differentiating between my feelings. Which ones are accurate, and which are erroneous. I begin to weep. What's the point, really? All that I, at one time lived for, has vanished and left me isolated on this forbidden shore. What does death mean for me? No more hurts, hang-ups, pain, nor melancholy. Insecurities gone. Overflowing tears, finally mopped up. Freedom to sing, laugh, and play. Which some I have forgotten how to do, through time. No more mind thieves. I will be able to take pleasure in my existence, wherever I may possibly be.