Thought

behold a time like none before, when thoughts alone could wage a war. battling relentlessly inside my brain until I wonder if I am sane. consuming power like some hungry machine with an awful efficiency previously unseen, my mind continues to fight its solution, inducing a heightened sense of confusion. contingencies and possibilities, fantasies become realities. time as of late is in short supply, how it was spent I cannot justify. an overload of mental resources driven on by unprecedented forces. is there any way for me to get out? can no one hear my desperate shout? and when I can achieve no single conclusion, I fall into a frenzied fit of delusion. trying so hard to continue to function, my capacity has undergone a significant reduction. how can I control these waves in my mind, when the source of the wind I cannot find? crashing upon the shore of my soul, the waves soon begin to take their toll. I cannot function in such a way when all my world has turned to grey. my mind continues its loop of reason as if stopping would be some form of treason. all the while naught is revealed in my face, of the melee in my mind there is not a trace. but if you look most carefully into my eyes, you might be able to hear my distant cries. could it be that I'm burning myself out? (a possibility of which I have no doubt.) could there be no way to stop the fight, even if you came and turned off the light? I am not sure how this all will end. I am not sure my mind can mend. but one day perhaps I'll come to see what it means to be truly free.