7569775878_57930edb40_z.jpgTrapped in my own thoughts.

Spiraling out of control.

Each thought like a grain of sand in an hour-glass; sucking you down the vortex until you fall to the other side.

Sitting atop the sand on the other side, everything is ok.

One thought flips the hour-glass.

Falling, clawing at invisible walls never finding your grip.

Suffocating with each grain as it falls over you; surrounding you.

Closing in, the sand traps you once again.  Smothered in your own thoughts.

Falling through the vortex grain by grain.

Then it all starts over again.



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