I can see the speed, the stop signs and the exits from this freeway, only after I have zipped past them, in my red sports car with the windows down and the wind in my hair. My thoughts they float and they fly like butterflies, like this cotton ball I will rise. Sucked in by the mindless vortex, pull out the plug stop the water before the sink overflows – the damns will break and the village will drown.
Lost within myself – I am not me, just this entity. All encompassing and omnipresent - my spirit drowns in myself. As I struggle to reach the shore, straining out to reach. Extend your hand, pull me up and help me over the edge. I am calling out to you – frayed ends of sanity.