In my head, there is a raging hurricane.
It is relentless. It does not slow down, for fear of losing momentum.
The debris wracks and shakes at my skull, but I cannot do anything.
For you see, the storm is never quelled.
The storm is full of things, many different things.
It's full of daydreams. Fears. Nightmares and resolutions.
It is an endless cacophony of tethered dreams and jaded visions of the future.
Paragraphs upon paragraphs of meaningful conversation.
Structured knowledge about everything and everyone.
God knows it would be a beautiful thing, should the storm slow down
and the debris could properly fall into place.
Like puzzle pieces falling into each perfect shape.
It's sad that it never does.