it’s exactly what i mean….

You.ll figure things out. You.ll make it happen. You always have. You always will.
A million started paragraphs,
a million started feelings,
a million started dreams,
accompanied by a million half started thoughts.

Can.t seem to find the necessary words in order to express what.s going on inside. It.s like chaos but somehow there.s peace.

Words of concern spill all over your page as you try to find yourself within them. But nothing, nothing gives you the comfortable feeling of choosing them rightfully.
A half felt feeling lingers on your skin.

Flashing thoughts keep you up at night as you fight to remember yourself.
You don’t know what goes on behind all these closed doors. You tell yourself ”stop” but your brain manages to slip a few ideas more and you get to the point where you wonder whether they.re locked, as in chain locked doors or just closed ones.
-and that.s when you really regret not saying stop earlier.

Sometimes,
I wonder if everyone.s subconscious knows more about whats going on inside than my conscious.
Where did all this fog come from? The last time i checked i remember seeing a never ending green field colliding with an amazing, thrilling, peaceful sky.

Quite literally, I had about 10 half started writing pieces and ..it turned into this.
I didn.t notice that I turned it into third person, until just now, at the very end.

But I don’t think I’ll change it, because when I think about it, it.s exactly what I mean…