Over Stimulation

Lights catch random particles, drawing attention to the eye. Heart beats out of rythm. Smoke clouds magically appear as thoughts bluntly dissipate. Into thin air goes the brain, gliding down memory lane. Day brought Déjà vu, followed by awkward agitation. Fear drives choices, fueling the machine; misdirected. Procrastination leaves margin for error. Thoughts corrupt the already polluted mind. Speaking thoughts out loud is a cause for concern but preoccupation leave us feeling trapped. Searching for a way out takes over all priority causing an over stimulated mind to lunge for relief. Quickly fixed by applying temporary bandages to hide emotions can't shake waking up feeling regrets and projecting anger. Dwelling on the past, medicating anguish, inevitable anxieties begin forming conclusions with little rationality. Left with a bitter taste from nibbling on our own cuticles. Excuse me, while I hold tight onto my crutches. Self consciously, I'm lead into the bathroom. Overly critical; analyzing myself; the correct answers lose gravity. As if to be rotating on the axis of the universe, I surrender to myself with the power of my own beliefs. Chalking it up as the simple result of over-stimulation.