Sometimes I feel as if my brain and thoughts are like a hamster running and spinning on his wheel. Spinning and spinning all day long. You can't stop it, it's a drug that we can't stop. We can't not think, it's impossible but we have to. It's uncontrollable. You just sit there, silently drowning in thoughts. Piling on top of one another like ungraded tests on a teachers desk. I've even heard that some people think, and think, and think, then go back to what they were thinking about first. Thinking and thinking and thinking. Wondering about the impossible, pondering the unbearable. Slowing silently drowning in what no one else will ever know about.
By Jocelyn
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