My mind is a tornado, a blizzard, a sandstorm.
Thoughts flowing, swirling, spinning,
Constantly.
My thoughts start as tiny, microscopic crystals,
Then comes the spark,
And my thoughts turn into a blizzard.
My thoughts I fear.
They overwhelm me.
My thoughts I treasure.
They are very useful.
My thoughts are mine.
My little sanctuary.
And no one else's.
I want others to know what I think,
I want them to know,
I want them to see.
But no one will ever know,
No one will understand,
Because sometimes,
Even I don't understand
What my thoughts is trying to say.