I don’t know why my mind races. As I sit here, uncomfortable because my stomach is in knots, and my thoughts won’t shut down. All I want to do is rest my body down in the overused pillowtop mattress, and
Too bold and too brazen, set sunlit clouds of envious hues
They form and dither without recollect of heart’s healing
There once was a stone Maker,
Of eponymous resolve,
Through every creative endeavor,
Had a conundrum to solve.
Do you hate me because I have the unique ability to question my surroundings objectively without superstition to cloud my judgement? Do you hate me because my brain thinks in different patterns than yours? Do you hate me because my