Words that fall out from the sky before my head hits the pillow 💭

Sometimes I oscillate between worlds. Trying too hard or not trying anything at all.

I obsess over details and create to do lists within lists. I disregard ideas completely.

Creating projects, and setting them ablaze with stagnation.

I analyze, I empathize, I reason & mull over words and their energetic inklings that link together like air & linger throughout our reality.

I am the thought and that which bears it's witness.

I am the sea, as I am the shore.

I am the knife, I am the wound that bleeds and beats.

I am the words that soothe like honey-lavendar kisses.

I am made of stardust. and God gave me this mind.

Sometimes I oscillate between worlds.