Too noisy

My mind is too disorientated to write at the moment. Too filled with thoughts, too perpetual to stop. Times like this, I crave for unspeakable silence, in my head.

Sensibility

I'm therefore drowning in thoughts,
confused at where I stand, where I stood,
I see many many reflections all similar,
but none the same,
I'm therefore confused at reality,
for the pictures I see are all the same,
but none carries similar meanings,
hence questions will never be answered,
nor will they be asked.