The Vault of My Mind
My mind meanders through a strange landscape of thoughts.
Drifting, I am transported to a world of wonder.
The landscape comes alive with the vibrant scent of a forest,
A sense of composure washes over me.
A stillness of calm envelops me,
like the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore.
The world recedes and I lose myself in the present.
Time stands still and I am free to wander.
Mayhem lurks beneath the surface,
a constant whirlwind of anxiety and restlessness.
I am wrestling between the desire for peace and the need for control;
a delicate balance difficult to maintain.
Memories surface like waves in the water.
Visions of my childhood, half-remembered and blurred,
a feeling of nostalgia invades me, longing for a time gone by.
I long for a safe haven, a place to retreat to,
where tears won’t sting and mosquitoes won’t bite.
A sanctuary from the noise and chaos of the world,
a place to gather my thoughts and be calm.
My mind is a jumble of emotions and thoughts,
a mixture of joy and sadness, anger and fear.
I long for a place to lay down my head
and let the turmoil subside.
I don’t want to push others away;
my words are inadequate, my intentions misunderstood.
I long for connection, but it’s hard to find a true sense of belonging.
a true sense of belonging.
When I was young, I had a hard time expressing myself;
my brother interpreted me, but he didn’t always understand me.
The weight of expectations, the pressure to conform,
made me feel lost and alone; I felt lost and alone.
Time seems to speed up as I get older;
memories fade like sand through my fingers.
I am left with loose grains, fragments, half-remembrances and vagueness;
a sense of loss, like an ache in my chest.
In this vault of my mind, I will deposit my thoughts,
and lock myself away, seeking consolation and peace.
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