Time to write down the thoughts of my mind
They go mysterious places. Wonderland, space, an abandoned gas station, and many more
Some times they leave me in the dust with how fast they run, like a sloth in the midst of a stampede
My thoughts leave me crying in the corners of my mind but also leave me high on the idea of love
Some times I silence them, when they become too much, other times I drown in them leaving the reality to live in my head
Thoughts are dangerous and often leave of wondering why we thought the it in the first place. But they take us places.