ALYAZYA

The train of constant incomprehensible thoughts won’t leave my mind, like a cloudy sky on what’s supposed to be a sunny day. The constant need to express, to finally put down what I think into writing is eating at my soul, but expression is nevermore. Anything I write seems to be the badly drafted version of the real deal, like a paper you wrote the night before. Maybe that’s why I decided to share my mind with the few people in the world that will somehow find this post, to trick my brain into allowing me to rid myself of the weight I carry in my head, heart, and soul. There may be others like me, souls trying to find a safe haven for their thoughts to reside without a constant collision, without the excruciating confusion that brings out the worst conclusions. My mind is a cloudy mess with no…