Most times my thoughts are simple
A small idea
They seem doable
But out of no where they grow rampant
Like a cells undergoing mitosis at a dangerous rate
Then doubt starts overtaking.
I thought the idea was simple like breathing
Now it's like i'm running a marathon
How can I keep from passing out
Was it ever really that simple
Did my mind deceive me?
I feel deceieved by my own device
I start to hate the hope it instilled in me.
I regret it.
But I hold onto the possible outcomes
What ifs and possible endings
My mind won't let the idea die a quick and forgetable death
The mind sometimes know the capabilities that it is capable of
Even if you don't.
It is fustratng because you live in the moment.
But the mind lives for forever ,for the unthinkable, for the unearthly.
Let it help to create you, to mold you.