Silent

I fear I subject myself to an ultimate cliche by saying that nobody truly understands me. Even in my mind thing's don't have a clear " yes or no" answer. I've never been good at math. It's too certain for my liking. I love the benefit of the doubt. So much so that I make myself ill with it. Every tendril of a thought is processed, analyzed and divided into many subcategories of possibilities. 

I have so many things I want to say. Things that need to be heard. I quiet my voice but never my mind. Even sleep provides me with no escape. Every dream is relevant. Whatever thought I may have left without thorough examination is brought to life through my sub conscience.  

I am very articulate. I speak with a very poetic essence because life to me is a drama. A full stage with a cast and back drop. It gives meaning to an inevitably mundane routine. 

Unfortunately this mindset is a plague. It blankets common sense and makes me a very irrational person. I fear life. I fear the people that surround me. I fear even myself. i wish to silence my mind and bask in ignorance for a brief period of time. I wish to close my eyes and feel simplicity. I wish to just breathe.