Over time water fills up the cloud goes grey
maximum capacity then releases in rain.
my mind is filled stays all thoughts maintained.
can't loosen the reigns.
bore holes in my brain.
must maim.
bleed out the strain
empty the contained.
no release available spill my thoughts on this page.
I pray to God I find my peace of mine I hate this stage of emotions
fighting over which ones have focus.
but it's a stalemate.
Conscious feels nothing less than air weighs.
Can't sit still anxious antsy up on my feet still
too much on the mind but can't see the singular details.
Overloaded by lifes full discography and stress follows me I hope tommorow don't swallow me.
Too much to think about barely can function don't know where to start in these jumbled conjunctions.
Just need to tune out everything be able to think straight can't handle the deadweight desperately need to levitate maybe just get away
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