Recently "rediscovered" this writing of 2014, however re-titled, & added last line 2017
Re-titled 09/10/2017 (not much re-written, added the last line)} Dedicated to all author's
An Author's torment
Deep in the recesses of my mind where panthers roam, there is a forest of thoughts and contemplations that burrow forever until the day that which I came to be.
In the midst of that forest, where fairies arise from lilies, and dragons flood the skies; I sit below the only willow tree.
This is the domain that I call my home, away from reality from the stresses of life.
Thoughts are like dragon flies scattered in the wind.
I have to collect them and what a tedious task it is.
Not every dragon fly is easy to catch.
Upon gathering of the thoughts, I can now relax, breathe,
and use my mind to unlock more discoveries,
When discovering new traits and personalities,
I find something that interests me.
Personality traits, I have many.
My personalities line up inside my head like that of a mixed breed dog. Some are friendly, nice, loving; some are rabid, angry, and dark. Some of them are dull and unknowing.
And there are some that are so blank and distraught that I feel lost and confused. These are the thoughts that I am not sure I can call a thought at all. Like a deer staring at light, should I stay or should I go.
These thoughts burden my mind and cause me stress.
Distraught and tangled in a monotonous conglomerate, I am smothered in my own thinking.
Clear my mind.
What a better way do so but to sleep.
Yet sleep always eludes me.