My mind. It’s like a tornado sometimes. Some days it just wants to come through and wreck everything. Sometimes my mind is like an ocean.
There’s moments where my thoughts peak, and I await the tidal wave that is coming, where my thoughts get washed away by the cruel reality of this world.
There’s moments where my dreams awaken my soul and cause me to get up and strive to make them a reality.
There’s moments where I feel like I’m six feet under, digging my way out of some chaotic event that’s occured. My mind. It’s a never-ending cycle of highs and lows.
It’s an endless battle between good and evil. My mind is a powerful weapon or a powerful tool. Each day, I get to wake up and decide how I let my mind control me.