#anexplanation

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Child’s Drawing.

My mind is full of them-

Scribbles going from one place to the other,

Muddling all my thoughts.

They keep me up at night,

The thoughts.

My sentences go unsaid,

Because the thought stopped.

Much like the end of a line drawn in crayon,

Like a child was drawing all over my brain.

I’ve tried to keep it neat. 

Sane.

But it never lasts long.

I tried to create art with my thoughts,

But there’s no beauty

To be found in my chaos.