Thoughts

A deluge of thoughts pours down upon me, drowns and suffocates me. Thoughts, too many of them; scattered, overcrowded; look how they overflow out of my brain like a tangible thing.

But where to collect them? What utensil, which device is deep enough, strong enough, to endure them? What will hold them without breaking, bear them without cracking?

More importantly, who will truly understand? Will someone even care? Who wishes to be burdened with another's torment?

With no end in sight, where to go, what to do, I wonder.

Plaster a smile on that face, girl, and get on with life. That's what.