My words will keep me awake. If I release too many. My words will fight any chance of sleep if I think too deep. My words inside of my head are safe to keep but once they are written down for the eye to see, every thing unravels. Years of pent up despair put to sleep are now being released. There is no stopping them now. Not now that they've been coaxed out of the shadows. The words on my mind were clear as day from the time I can remember. Go back and read into my world and you will find I mention..if i ever stop writing for a period of time, something has gone terribly, terribly wrong. Something ripped me apart and my soul lay dormant for a time but the light is breaking through the cracks. You had me for a time and there is no putting me back. I never die. My words are winded, leaving behind a sensation that makes you feel you have done something entirely wrong. Your mind jumps from subject to subject, from memory to memory, to every conversation. With every turn of your head my wind sweeps around your body rendering you incapable of ever pinpointing just what you've done to me.

As deep as I delve into the pained depths of my subconscious, I never sink.

I float.

May my words haunt anyone who does not understand a soul like mine.