Overactive
I haven’t been writing lately.
My soul is heavy and my mind expansive.
A beating, tired light giving life to a world of imagination
Splashed with all the colors of emotion.
A mentalscape of withering will.
So much of the time it wants a calm, final hush.
A peaceful pass into whatever the past is - was - a return to that familiar nothing and all the brightest thoughts along with.
So I concede, this is the perfect time to write.














