Normally My Mind's a Meadow
What does crazy look like
I was asked once, what was my biggest fear.
"To be left walking alone barefoot and homeless punching myself in the head"
I said without hesitation; which surprised even me, I didn't know I had a biggest fear.
What does crazy feel like
Picture a train, not from afar, intimately close. You know, big dark roaring pumping charging steam engine chug chug chug. Lots of steam, lots of chug. Deafening. Now picture it meeting the bare flat face of a mountain head on; your mind the engine and your thoughts the car after car after car crashing into the next. Now picture you're on the other side of that mountain trying to chisel a tunnel with your fists.
Normally my mind's a meadow.
June 9th, 2018
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2018
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