Spiralling down into the center of the black hole within the mind. An infinity of mental chaos. Whether psychosis or overwhelming thought, like being in the middle of an ocean with no boat, no life preserver nor even the ability to swim. Drowning in this oblivion stops not the heart, though disallows the current of normal life to navigate the mind to the isle of inner-peace. Or is this chaos the norm, and I, the lost? Bad decisions scrape the edges of positive emotion. Negative perception stirring an overcast of violent storm clouds, blinding positivity wth torrents of ice cold rain; lightning bolts of uncynnical realization travel from the cloud tops, where the sun is still shining bright, all the way to the ground, where it loses it's ferocity. The storm rages for what seems an eternity, only to occasionally catch a glimpe of the sun's rays as the clouds shift.
