Do you really want to?
Fragments shattered, follow that thread, my thoughts are caught, my mind unread. Tangled, mangled, a matted mess, the shoulds, the musts, I should confess. I’m hungry, tired, I need to clean, my mind and house – dirty you see. I try to avoid, I do intend, but for this clutter, there is no end.
My darkest thoughts, no don’t go there, I know there is too much to fear…….