the mind unraveled

    
   
    it's not all about me; though I find myself speaking to myself daily; between utter darkness and clean healthy energy;    
   
   
one minute I feel like sidewalk residue, like gum from one's shoe; the next minute I feel like some how there's suppressed potential to be renewed;    
   
   
 mind chatter doesn't go away; it comes and goes like street theater, noisy construction  sites, and good or terrible loud music on replay;    
   
   
thoughts like wanting to be locked away in a box that's sound proof; thoughts that aren't healthy nor ethical; when I spill; every bit of brain matter & guts spill; not just water and blood;    
   
   
 darkness is a double edged sword; it damages the nerves(to feel less), though leaves room to bruise the heart; depression is a sickness;    
   
   
  and if I'm a fish; I'm in the deep bottom of the ocean's abyss; somehow managing within the crevices; not wanting attention yet yearning something this human experience fails to offer....    
   
   
  from sound to mute; my mind is a parachute that doesn't want to touch the ground (engage in endeavors)