Inside the Mind

Inspired by Sabantha

A Visitor

What is it that wanders in my mind? A separate life other than my own strolling through the corridors of me; walking, meandering, sometimes painting the walls or moving the furniture. 

I feel that way sometimes. It’s the sensation that the invisible waves of electric current coursing through the pathways of my brain have taken on corporal form, that they have weight, muscle and mass; can move on their own, can decide on their own. It’s the edge of sanity, I think. 

Peering over that edge I see movement, or I perceive movement. (Reality has its own definition in the mind.) Its boundaries relax into multidimensional, amebic distortions; its only solid boundary being the rejection of one, though even that comes and goes. 

Something or someone keeps moving the edge and I’m afraid I will slip in. But maybe I’ll prefer it in there.

An Abyss

I should write about the black hole which thoughts fall into never to be seen or heard from again. It’s an abyss that if someone, somewhere, some day were to open the bottom and all of its contents poured out, the entirety of the globe would be lost in the mess.

It’s probably a good thing to have an abyss like this.

It probably saves lives and helps people smile more broadly and walk with lighter feet.

Fishing in the abyss should be forbidden, or at the very least frowned upon, and opening the bottom fully outlawed. 

Inspired by Steve Mitchell

My Thoughts

My thoughts can get the rest of me into trouble.

Cleaning House

There are wonderings in my mind that I do not know where to put. It’s as if they are in my hand and I walk about the rooms of my head trying to find the shelf or cupboard that houses them, but to no avail. They have no home. Tidying up then becomes a difficult task, and my mind remains cluttered. 

Mighty Dragon

There is a small thought that wants to be fed and desires to grow in the inner parts of my mind. It hides, most days, under the lower limbs of memories and in the wooden shed of old rules. There is little freedom for this small thought. It’s a mighty dragon with fire in its belly, only now it is an infant and doesn’t know the warmth of flame just yet. Just yet, that is until it’s fed and grows.

A Thought

There is a thought that brims and pushes and tries to emerge, but simply isn’t strong enough to make it over the edge. It has imbedded within it the very thing it isn’t able to embody. Contained in the thought pulses the heart which hopes and drives, but is blind and lost in the darkness of its hole. The only direction it can sense is the one it needs to go and so up it surges, sometimes coming so close to escaping its trap that light hits it.

Feather

My mind wanders. It drifts off and settles nowhere. I grab at it, as if snatching at a feather floating on the wind. I open my hand to view my catch and find it empty.

My Mind

I should not be left alone with my thoughts… they have minds of their own.